Lyrics
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 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 R-I-P 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 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 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
