Soulfly - In Memory Of... (Feat. Cutthro) | Текст песни

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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 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 sta