Interpret:

Soulfly

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 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 season, even 
the slugs screamin' to stop you from 
breathing. It seems we're all a target in 
this mosh pit. The world be spinning 
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, quite warrior with dignity, 
still with me spiritually, forever in memory. 
Cut throat - who ill as me? Soulfly. 
Flight attendents 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 of my circumference I used to 
run with. Rose above it. Fuck thuggin' 
and clubbin,' I got one in the oven, plus 
my girl's talking 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: just 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 - losing my mind, I wanna blow up 
right now but I know it takes time. Like 
slanging saxs to takin' elbows across the 
state line, 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 
everyday 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 you I carry all this pain We 
are what we are - I know you understand 
In memory of you I carved your name I am 
what I am from beginning to the end 


Got Catholics in confession and five 
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 recitals laced with 
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