In Memory Of...

(albüm: Primitive - 2000)

Yo, life's web wants me in debt and tries to collect my breath as ransom in return for my soul's silhouette.
How deep does shit get? Is it worth the Bentleys and jets in this jungle of sheer cons and devils with
breasts. I mean does everything happen for a reason, the change of seasons, even the slugs screaming to
stop you from breathing. It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit. The world be spinning lopsided, that's
why I have my logic.

We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
So don't tell me how to act how to be how to live
We are what we are forever live or die
Don't tell me how to act how to be how to live
I am what I am from beginning to the end

My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, you assholes don't hear me. Walked the
psychopath of Timothy Leary when cell therapy wasn't curing me, God put fear in me, scaring me. RIP
Kamau Jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, still with me spiritually, forever in memory. Cut throat who ill as me?
Soulfly. Flight attendants ain't got shit on me. You reap what you sow, so I try my hardest to harvest good
crops regardless if most artists are garbage with godless content. To be honest, the chronic plus my
fondness of alcoholic products held my spirit in bondage like convicts. Getting blunted wasn't pungent,
overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict. Indo had my mental growth stunted, cut
friends out my circumference I used to run with. Rose above it. Fuck thugging and clubbing, I got one in the
oven, plus my girl's talking husband she bugging. My method of flowing expression through poem, salt of the
Earth like the ocean God's chosen spokesman. Creation to cremation, to be blatant fuck Satan paper
chasing motherfuckers facing damnation. Girls acting fly with no interest in aviation fuck station radio
waves is just radiation.

We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
You don't feel when I bleed, when I scream, when I feel
We are what we are forever live or die
You don't know how I feel, what is real, what's the deal
I am what I am from beginning to the end

Cutthroat Logic the newest extension of the Soulfly Tribe from now until the day that I die. Can't you tell by
the pain in my eyes that with this music I will bring my dream to life. Stressed the F out, losing my mind, I
wanna blow up right now but I know it takes time. Like slanging saxs to taking elbows across the state lines,
from 22's to tec 9's swag to kind. Underground to worldwide, I will never die, forever my words in my
rhymes they gonna keep me alive. So onward I strive each and every day of my life az I fight to keep
K-RAB's dream alive. Forever my better half from fighting to making cash. Some things in life are fucked up
wish I could take 'em back. But I live life with no regrets so I just look back on life and laugh.

We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
In memory of D-LOW I carry this pain
We are what we are I know you understand
In memory of D-LOW I carved your name
I am what I am from beginning to the end

Got Catholics in confession and 5-percenters studying lessons while the youth smoke Buddha for blessing.
I hear you fuckers on vinyl praising false idols claiming Gods and dogs and other fraud titles to rival. My
recital's laced with the Bible, life is just a time trial I'm trying to make the finals. March madness in the land
of savages I'm stranded, a magnet for static so I combat it diplomatic nomadic what I'm tatted my
cross my only baggage roots go back to Africa, I'm not Asiatic. Brothas mastered mathematics and still
they can't add it. My quest isn't cabbage although it's nice to have it rock the planet like volcanic magma
fragments as my lava cools a lot of fools take me for granite. I just wanna meet the trinity and live for
infinity laugh at the enemy when I get there who cares who remember me on Earth. Since birth my
dome had afro turf ask the nurse I heard a verse that said "who's last is first" so I keep my flesh
humble 'cause I'm still-skinned like Rumple average a triple double and keep my game subtle jam
harder than Vince on all ballers from bench to starter since I slaughter holler murda on Shawn Carter
no honor with robbers so I pray to my godfather and my conscience isn't bothered by how I get my dollars.

We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast