1.In Memory Of
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 screamin' to stop
you from breathin' it seems we're all a target in this mosh pit
the world be spinnin' 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 ri
p 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 t
o 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
gettin' blunte
d 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
thuggin' and clu
bbin' i got one in the oven plus my girl's talkin' husband she
buggin' my method of flowin' expression through poem salt of the
earth like the ocean god's chosen spokesman creation to
cremation to be
blatant fuck satan paper chasin' motherfuckers facing damnation
girls actin' 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
losin' my mind i wanna blow up right now but i know it takes
time like slanging saxs to takin' elbows across the state lines
from 22's to tec 9's swag to kind underground to worldwide i
will never d
ie 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 fightin' to
makin' cash s
ome 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 noma
dic 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 rem
ember 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
| 
