In Memory Of… (Letra)

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Mami Mary, Mary Coleman that is
I love you, rest in peace
You still here though
Word up
This goes out to you
Mary Parker, Loretta Randall
Grandfather Bill
Runy Manuel, Robert N’Blangio
Uncle C, Alicia Elon
Giovanni

[Guru]
To my man G.O.V., I remember how you used to be
You were the illest man alive now I’m reading your eulogy
Eyes so serious, you told me hold my head
Pursue this rap shit and go forward never backwards
While you gripped Tec’s tight, and ran niggaz out of town
I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound
Still your essence, was callin
By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had fallen
Now like a angel you’ve risen
And you will stay in my heart, and yo I wish you were still livin
Word… this is in memory of

* I’m not sure about any of these names *

Zachary Bro, Cousin Paula
Harry O-Fives "Rest in peace" — Biggie Smalls
Yeah, Sam-O, 183rd
Joshua Faust "Rest in peace"
Brian Brown y’all, yeah

[Guru]
To my man Brian B, I remember how you used to be
You were the flyest in the club with three bitches doin rub-a-dub
You was the pimp of all panderers
GQ, Johnny Presley, fuckin up the elegances
So many hookers on your schedule
Slammin Cadillac doors and mackin whores on the regular
You used to boost, the slickest of suits
Climbin through the back windows on the bus, you was ill Dukes
Until that chick you vicked, for the Cutlass
started snillz-niffin ki-daine, and went to cut cha
That freak shanked you six times in your sleep
I wish you was here, cause your philosophy was mad deep
Yeah… this is in memory of

Keith ‘Cowboy’, Scott LaRock
Prince Messiah "Rest in peace"
Buffy, the Human Beatbox y’know
Tupac Shakur "Rest in peace"
Pinkhouse, Sub Roc
O.G. Boo Bang, salute! "Rest in peace"
Seagram’s, Killa Black from Mobb Deep
Biggie Smalls, yeah rest in peace
Lance Owens y’all

[Guru]
To all my brothers doin time, whether or not you did the crime
You know the system is devised to keep you deaf dumb and blind
Like Scarface said, them cats are smart
In order for things to change we must all play a part
It’s easy for us to blame society
But now it’s way too late, and we must take responsibility
To all my brothers in the streets
I know you feel you gotta hustle cause your peeps gotta eat
Makin moves right and exact; don’t wanna see you layin flat
Don’t wanna see ya catch a bullet black
If we don’t build we’ll be destroyed
That’s the challenge we face in this race of poor and unemployed
Freud, a philosopher, but I’m a realist
So philosophize this, without love we won’t exist
To those who passed out there, in the deserts and the jungles
with pain on their shoulders, and heavy bundles
I pray each one will, ascend to new heights and new enlightenment
And this is why I’m writin it
Yeah… this is in memory of

* I’m not sure about all of these names *
Linnet Grinnich, Cookie Murray
Yeah "Rest in peace"
Ross, Laverne La-La Eyelif
John Hood "Rest in peace"
Kevin Fredricks, Donny Charles
Leslie Clark, and Will Clark "Rest in peace"
Tommy Saunders, Princess Di
Don Clark, Betty Shabazz "Rest in peace"
This is in memory of…
"Rest in peace"

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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 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

In Memory Of (Letra)

Soulfly

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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 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

In memory of… (Letra)

Soulfly

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He had a life and so much to give
I’ll never understand what he did
He had a family who cared for him
That was a selfish thing that he did
Life comes down hard on you sometimes
You gotta deal with it, give it time
I know he had a lot on his mind
Wish I could talk to him one last time

I know things are hard but that’s no reason to end it now
I can’t believe that it was so bad, that you had to take yourself out

Waste of life

I know times are hard
Why’d you give in