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DJ Wich (also known as Tomáš Pechlák) is a DJ who works the Czech/Slovkia hip-hop scene. He started DJing in 1998.
In 1993, DJ Wich met Indy and LA4 on a graffiti scene. In 1998 they formed Indy & Wich, where Indy performed as a rapper and DJ Wich as producer. They often work with rapper LA4 in live performances.
In 2002, they released their debut album My3. Their second album Hádej kdo… was nominated on Anděl in 2006. The following year they produced The Chronicles of Nomad with rapper Nironic.
In 2008, DJ Wich released his first solo album The Golden Touch with international stars like Lil Wayne, Talib Kweli, M.O.P, Kurupt and more.
He collaborated with Czech artists, including Orion, Hugo Toxxx, W518, LA4 and from the international Rasco, Rytmus, H16, Vec, and Nironic.
Wich streams live shows from (DJ Wich Live TV) with other rappers, live recording, interviews and chat.
DJ Wich made soundtracks for Czech movie Gympl and Ulovit miliardáře which was released on 1 October 2008 with Tomáš Vorel as director.
Emotions inside us, troubling.
The hatred inside us, escalating.
The sickness inside us, keeps you weak.
The masses inside of us suffering, they are bleeding.
The calling inside us, sick with greed.
The voices calling to us, deafening we're not listening.
Cannot receive the obvious,
Line up cattle and cut the neck,
Swat at the flies omit disgust.
The leaders inside us, posturing.
The pollution inside of us, suffocating me.
The science inside us, menacing.
The will that's inside of us, its dying end is coming.
Cannot receive the obvious,
Line up cattle and cut the neck,
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess.
cleanse the mess...cleanse the mess...
cleanse the mess...cleanse the mess.
Wash me off inside, wash me off inside
We're killing ourselves, we're killing ourselves,
we're killing ourselves, killers.
Goddamn we fucked up the circumstance,
Too late to save us from ourselves,
Callous minds against trust and confidence,
Too late to give a damn, now.
Too late too save us from ourselves, too late to make it all go away,
Too late to beg pardons from the mother, too late to give a damn.
Its too late to save us from ourselves,
Its too late to make it all go away,
Too late to beg pardons from the mother
Its too late to give a damn now we'll sit and wait
wait...wait....
Wait for the coming, of the end
Wait for the coming, the killing, the ending, the plight of man
Deserving, no mercy expelling by god's hand,
It's okay the ending it's over, no more pain.
No more pain...No more pain...
Emotion the hatred, the sickness, the calling.
Cannot receive the obvious,
Line up cattle and cut the neck,
Swat at the flies omit disgust