Текст, перевод и аккорды “In Memory Of...”
- Yo, lifes web wants me in debt and tries to collect my breath as ransom in return for my souls silhouette. how deep does shit get? is it worth the bentleys and jets in this jungle of sheer con 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 were all a target in this mosh pit. the wo E spinnin lopsided, thats 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 dont tell me how to act - how to be - how to live We are what we are - forever live or die Dont 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 dont hear me. walked the psychopath of timothy leary when cell therapy wasnt curing me, God put fear in me, sca Me. rip kamau jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, still with me spiritually, forever in memory. cut throat - who ill as me? soulfly. flight attendants aint got shit on me. you reap what you sow, 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 lik Victs. gettin blunted wasnt 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 E it. fuck thuggin and clubbin, I got one in the oven, plus my girls talkin husband - she buggin. my method of flowin expression through poem, salt of the earth like the ocean - gods chos Okesman. creation to crematio N, 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 dont feel when I bleed, when I scream, when I feel We are what we are - forever live or die You dont know how I feel, what is real, whats 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. cant you tell by the pain in my eyes that with this music I will bring my dream to life. stressed 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 22s to tec 9s swag to kind. underground to worldwide, Ll 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-rabs dream alive. forever my better half from fightin 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 Es - to rival. my recitals laced with the bible, life is just a time trial - Im trying to make the finals. march madness in the land of savages - Im stranded, a magnet for static so I combat Plomatic - nomadic - what Im tatted - my cross my only baggage - roots go back to africa, Im not asiatic. brothas mastered mathematics and still they cant add it. my quest isnt cabbage altho Ts 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 en 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 - "whos last is first" - so I keep my flesh humbl Use Im still-skinned like rumple - ave Rage 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 Y godfather and my conscience isnt 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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