[Hook]
"Rest in Peace"
"Here’s another warrior's song; rep this life to the fullest"
"Rest in Peace"
"Mothafucka, say yo’ prayers!"
"For brothers who died from black-on-black violence"
"Rest in Peace"
"You ain’t payin’ respect when you ‘spose to"
"Rep this life to the fullest"
"Rest in Peace"
"This ain’t for y’all, this a toast to them"
"Rest in Peace"
[Verse 1]
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 died slow asleep 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 celebratin' that would 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 burnin' in Hell
I wonder how many presidents are burnin' as well
Emperors, popes, senators, generals
Amputees feel unlucky until they see the vegetables
A toast to the dead, for those who are forgotten
Written out of history by the corrupted and rotten
Black saints whitewashed during La Reconquista
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 that paved the way for me
The warriors and scientists that came before slavery
And if that last lyric was predictable
Take your clairvoyance and apply it to life in the physical
Presumptuous, half-hearted homunculus
Self-destruction is the power without knowin' what the function is
"Rest in Peace"
"Here’s another warrior's song; rep this life to the fullest"
"Rest in Peace"
"Mothafucka, say yo’ prayers!"
"For brothers who died from black-on-black violence"
"Rest in Peace"
"You ain’t payin’ respect when you ‘spose to"
"Rep this life to the fullest"
"Rest in Peace"
"This ain’t for y’all, this a toast to them"
"Rest in Peace"
[Verse 1]
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 died slow asleep 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 celebratin' that would 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 burnin' in Hell
I wonder how many presidents are burnin' as well
Emperors, popes, senators, generals
Amputees feel unlucky until they see the vegetables
A toast to the dead, for those who are forgotten
Written out of history by the corrupted and rotten
Black saints whitewashed during La Reconquista
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 that paved the way for me
The warriors and scientists that came before slavery
And if that last lyric was predictable
Take your clairvoyance and apply it to life in the physical
Presumptuous, half-hearted homunculus
Self-destruction is the power without knowin' what the function is
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