Текст (слова) песни: Soulfly - 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. 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 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

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» Soulfly - Back to The Primitive
» Soulfly - Back To The Primitive
» Soulfly - The Prophet
» Soulfly - Tribe
» Soulfly - Call To Arms
» Soulfly - Terrorist
» Soulfly - Tribe
» Soulfly - Son Song
» Soulfly - First Commadment
» Soulfly - Quliombo
» Soulfly - Bumba
» Soulfly - Soulfly
» Soulfly - Bring It
» Soulfly - Son Song
» Soulfly - Quilombo
» Soulfly - Seek `N Strike
» Soulfly - Soulfly
» Soulfly - No Hope=No Fear
» Soulfly - L.O.T.M.


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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 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 Нравится песня? 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