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 Bentley's and
jets in this jungle of sheer cons and devils
with breasts. I mean does everything happen
for a reason, the change of season, even
the slugs screamin' 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, quite warrior with dignity,
still with me spiritually, forever in memory.
Cut throat - who ill as me? Soulfly.
Flight attendents 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 of my circumference I used to
run with. Rose above it. Fuck thuggin'
and clubbin,' I got one in the oven, plus
my girl's talking 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: just 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 takin' elbows across the
state line, 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
everyday 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 you I carry all this pain We
are what we are - I know you understand
In memory of you I carved your name I am
what I am from beginning to the end

Got Catholics in confession and five
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 recitals laced with
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