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In Memory Of...
(专辑: 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
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