In Memory Of...
Soulfly Lyrics


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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 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Soulfly's "In Memory Of..." explores the complex, and often confusing, nature of life. The song starts by painting a picture of a world that seems to want to force you into debt and take away your soul, asking the question, "Is it worth the Bentleys and jets in this jungle of sheer cons and devils with breasts?" The lyrics then delve into questions of purpose and whether everything happens for a reason, even the things that seem senseless and violent. The song draws parallels between life and a "mosh pit" where everyone is a target, and the world feels like it's spinning lopsided. Despite all this, the song suggests that there is a logic behind everything and that we are ultimately what we make of ourselves.


The lyrics also tackle issues of identity and self-expression, particularly within the context of the music industry. The song takes aim at those who would try to tell an artist how to act, be, and live, suggesting that individuality and authenticity are more important than conforming to someone else's expectations. The lyrics suggest that even though most artists may produce content without meaning, there are still those who find a way to create art that is genuine and inspired.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, life's web wants me in debt and tries to collect my breath
The pressure to succeed and achieve in life can be overwhelming and suffocating, as if life itself is trying to collect my breath as payment for my debts.


As ransom in return for my soul's silhouette.
The price I must pay for success can feel like it is taking away the essence of who I am as a person, leaving only an empty silhouette of my soul.


How deep does shit get?
Life can be full of hardships and challenges that can seem insurmountable, leaving us wondering how much worse it can actually get.


Is it worth the Bentley's And jets in this jungle of sheer cons And devils with breasts.
The pursuit of wealth and success can lead us into a world full of deceitful people and temptations, where the price of material success can be compromising our integrity and values.


I mean does everything happen for a reason, The change of seasons, Even the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'.
The unpredictable nature of life can leave us questioning whether everything happens for a reason, and even the smallest of things can hold significance and challenge us to keep going.


It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit.
Life can feel like a chaotic and violent mosh pit, where we're all just trying to survive and avoid getting knocked down or hurt.


The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's Why I have my logic.
The world can feel unbalanced and unpredictable, which is why it's important to have a clear and rational understanding of what's happening around us.


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
We are who we are, with our unique perspectives and experiences that shape us, and no one should try to dictate how we should live or who we should be. We are true to ourselves from start to finish.


My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, You assholes don't hear me.
I have a message that shakes up the status quo and challenges the existing power structures, but it seems like those in power don't want to listen.


Walked the psychopath of Timothy Leary When cell therapy wasn't curing me, God put fear in me, scaring me.
I've been through the dark and twisted parts of my mind, experimenting with drugs and alternative therapies in search of answers, but ultimately it was God who showed me the true fear of life and death.


R-I-P Kamau Jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, Still with me spiritually, forever in memory.
I honor the memory of my friend Kamau Jahi, who was a strong and dignified warrior in his life, and who lives on in my heart and spirit even now.


Cut throat, who ill as me? Soulfly. Flight attendants ain't got shit on me.
I'm tough and uncompromising, and my music and personality reflect that. Even flight attendants, who have to deal with difficult people all the time, can't compare to me.


You reap what you sow, So I try my hardest to harvest good crops regardless If most artists are garbage With godless content.
We get what we give in life, so I try to put out positive and meaningful content even if it puts me at odds with other artists who are more interested in superficial or meaningless work.


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'.
I've struggled with addiction and habits that have held me back, making it difficult to grow and achieve my goals. I've had to cut toxic people out of my life and rise above the negative influences that once held me back. Now, I am focused on building a better life for myself, my wife, and my child.


My method of flowin' expression through poem, Salt of the Earth like the ocean, God's chosen spokesman.
My music is my way of expressing myself and communicating my message to the world, and it is grounded in the raw and natural power of the ocean. I feel like I've been chosen by a higher power to share my message with others.


Creation to cremation, to be blatant, fuck Satan, Paper chasin' motherfuckers facing damnation.
From birth to death, I am dedicated to fighting against evil and negativity, and I reject those who are only interested in money and material success, which will ultimately lead to their downfall.


Girls actin' fly with no interest in aviation, fuck station, radio Waves is just radiation.
I reject shallow and superficial people, including women who are only interested in their own image and status, as well as mainstream media that peddles meaningless and harmful content.


You don't feel when I bleed, when I scream, when I feel You don't know how I feel, what is real, what's the deal Cutthroat Logic, The newest extension of the Soulfly Tribe From now until the day that I die.
No one can truly understand what I've been through, the pain I've felt, or the experiences that have made me who I am. I am a unique and essential part of the Soulfly Tribe, and that will always be true for me.


Can't you tell by the pain in my eyes That with this music I will bring my dream to life.
My music is a reflection of the pain and hardship that I've experienced in my life, but it is also my way of achieving my dreams and making a positive impact on the world.


Stressed the F out, losin' my mind, I wanna blow up right now But I know it takes time.
The pressure and stress of life can be overwhelming and make me feel like I want to give up or blow up, but I know that success and change take time and perseverance.


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.
I've been through the grind and struggle of life, from selling saxophones to carrying weapons, from underground artist to global superstar. Through it all, my music will live on and 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.
I am dedicated to achieving my goals and dreams, and I work tirelessly every day to keep the memory of K-RAB and our shared dreams alive. Despite the mistakes and hardships of my past, I live without regrets and a positive attitude towards the future.


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 carry the grief and pain of a lost loved one with me always, and it is part of who I am. We all have our own pain and struggles, and it helps us to connect with others who have been through the same experiences.


Got Catholics in confession And 5-percenters studying lessons While the youth smoke Buddha for blessing.
People from all walks of life and faiths seek guidance and understanding, and some turn to drugs or other vices for comfort and relief.


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.
Many people in the music industry and elsewhere worship false idols and pursue meaningless goals, but my music is grounded in the truths of the Bible and the harsh reality of life. I am focused on using my time and talent to achieve my goals and make a positive impact.


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.
Life can feel like a battle in a world full of chaos and negativity, but I am able to navigate it with diplomacy and flexibility. My faith is my only constant in my life, even as I reconnect with the roots of my African heritage.


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.
My goal isn't to accumulate wealth or meaningless possessions, but rather to make a positive impact on the world and leave my mark. Even as my passion and drive seem to cool down, others underestimate and underestimate me at their own peril.


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.
At the end of it all, I just want to achieve eternal life and be reunited with a higher power. I don't care if people remember me on Earth, I just want to be at peace and free from the negativity and struggles of life.


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.
From a young age, I've had a natural talent for music and a sense of humility, despite my own skin color and past. I strive to always improve and keep my game subtle, while also outperforming even the biggest stars through hard work and dedication. I reject those who rob and steal, and I remain true to my own morals and beliefs.


We are what we are, musical contrast, sound clash, bomb blast
At the end of the day, we are who we are, with our unique experiences and perspectives that shape us. In music, these differences can come together in a powerful and explosive way, creating a contrast and clash that can move people in ways they never expected.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MASSIMILIANO A. CAVALERA

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