Soulfly In Memory of... Lyrics:
[w/ Cut-Troat Logic] 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. 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. Gettin' 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 thuggin' and
clubbin', 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
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/KfMH ]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 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
fightin' to makin' 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
Lyrics: In Memory of..., Soulfly [end] 
