Beast 1333 Dia De Los Muertos
-Wow! What's all this?
-It's for Dia de los Muertos celebration
-Day of the dead. Oh is that like Mexican Halloween
-No, it has nothing to do with Halloween
[Verse 1]
Let's get retarded, candles lit for all dearly departed
Dia de los Muertos, time to get the party started
Grab the picture of your loved ones and slow so you don't falter
Got a picture of my abuelita sitting on the altar
Get to praying, tongues are quick, you don't know what we saying
When the veil is thin, the spirits that are visiting are staying
It's respect to pеople praying to the ones that camе before us
When they all speaking at once, it's sounds like angels in a chorus
Got the calaveras, marigolds and grocieries from tienda
As the pan de muertos placed up on the table as ofrenda
Couple jewels we call them prendas as we paying our respects
It's a part of life, the reapers always coming to collect
It's a remembrance of friends and family members who have died
On November 1st you better celebrate if you alive
'Cause if you don't, they'll be forgotten forever in limbo
Many spirits trying to come into crib and through the window
[Interlude]
-It's the day that we honor our loved ones who had passed away
-I see your mother has taught you enough about your traditions
-This is an ofenda, where we place pictures of our loved ones. But there's a lot more to know about Dia de los Muertos, why don't we sit down and...
-How far is the land of the dead anyway?
[Verse 2]
Through the walls, through the floor as they knocking down decor
The manifestations heard as physical taps are harder to ignore
So pay attention, they coming through from another dimension
Gotta try to guide them to the light to help them with ascension
With intention, we even celebrate in public spaces
When you light a blunt and it's smokey, you can see their faces
Leave an offering, so eternally you in the graces
You can pick up the tradition, doesn't matter what your race is
At the grave site, making sure it's clean and flowers lay right
Reciting Bible verses or poetry like a playwright
In the daylight, I pour a glass of agua de Jamaica
Class in session every single time I choose to pick up the mic up
There's atole and tequila for the fallen, take a swig
Un rosario for my people who are gone and cannot live
All the love my people give to the fallen on their throne
Is reciprocated, hope you pray for me when I am bones
