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Текст песни "In Memory Of..." |
 [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 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 at - 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 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 fuck 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
as 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 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 that 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
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