Immortal Technique - Toast To The Dead (prod. J Dilla)минус спок_) | Текст песни

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Here's a toast to the dead,
If you don't drink, smoke to the head,
For the freedom fighters killed by the feds,
For those who died hard in the streets soakin' in red,
And die slow in sleep in a dream chokin' in bed,
Here's a toast to the dead,
For my enemies that are gone,
I'm not a coward so celebrating - that will be wrong,
I pray to god that your soul will come back again,
So I can see you in the next life and finish it then,
A toast to the dead,
For criminals burning in hell,
I wonder how many presidents are burning as well,
Emperors, Popes, Senators, Generals,
Amputees feelin' lucky until they seein' vegetables,
A toast to the dead,
For those who are forgotten,
Written out of history by the corrupted and rotten,
Black Saints White-Washed during La Reconquista (Reconquest),
Thousands of Indios Spaniards used to Conquer the Incas,
Fuck a moment of silence, I need a moment of violence,
Like the 19th century Caribbean Islands,
Long live those who came before and paved the way for me,
The warriors and scientists that came before slavery,
And if that last lyric was predictable,
Take the clairvoyance and apply it to your life in the physical,
Presumptuous, half-hearted, homuncules,
Self destruction is the power without knowing what the function is..

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