from the songs album Primitive
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 ri
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 t
o 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' blunte
d 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 clu
bbin' 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 d
ie 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 s
ome 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 noma
dic 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 rem
ember 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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