
Date of issue: 17.04.2005
Song language: Spanish
Illpack(original) |
Porque por la boca escupo gas c-s |
Hoy florecen manifestaciones en las puertas de la sedes |
Hoy suceden golpes de bate en las sienes |
Siempre suceden en tiempos que corren |
Se creen superiores por ley |
Somos mayoritarios, nuevo resorte, crackeo tu bloqueo |
Me siento Clarence Bodicker en Detroit |
Illpack en el top tope detonan en un gran choque |
Brutalidad policial contra chaquetas de cuero color rojo |
Sangre, kamikazes contra jueces |
Fachas e imbéciles |
Ya no somo dóciles |
Asesinos hábiles |
Vamos con banderas y turbantes frente a esposas y grilletes |
Mi lengua es un verbal machete |
Venimos a tentar tu suerte |
Requiem por los que no están, estoy al frente |
Dentro de tu jurisdicción, serpiente |
Puños cerrados claman al techo del cielo |
El fuego que advertimos es propenso a prender conciencias por decreto |
Incitan a la multitud |
Busco difundir el manifiesto Illpack |
Se formo mediante un post it |
Hoy siento el feedback de las mangueras de forma incisa |
Es la presión de una respuesta clara a tanta cólera |
Ley marcial contra frías milicias |
Manejamos dardos de acido |
Cintas grises de celo en sus puños y cuellos |
Ya no hay escudo que proteja al cerdo |
El mundo es nuestro ahora |
Atento al mitin, mi voz te perfora |
Somos mas rápidos que Jhonny Eck, implora |
La munición esta ahí fuera |
Armas caseras te esperan |
Illpack pulveriza tu cara |
Jefaturas de comisarias tomadas al asalto y acorazados en las calles |
Intentan contenernos con arengas por megafonos |
Ordenan dispersarnos |
Estamos al filo de su establishment |
Gases de pimienta, su replacement |
Muerden el polvo, somos turba |
Sus cascos son papaya, se hacen pulpa |
Manifiesta tu inconformidad con su uniformidad |
Su orgullo arrinconado entre ladrillos y cal |
Suicida mezcal, es la consigna Illpack social de hoy |
Cóctel con trapos en oil, directo a un convoy |
Antidisturbios de un orden turbio, obvio |
Tenemos un carácter libio, nunca tibio |
Sentimos fobia a vuestra propaganda sucia |
Edificios como ruinas en Grecia |
Señal de alerta, brechas abiertas |
Son consecuencias de una gran reyerta, no habrá defensa |
Esta revuelta no pone lemas en pancartas |
(translation) |
Because I spit gas out of my mouth c-s |
Today demonstrations flourish at the gates of the venues |
Today there are bat blows to the temples |
They always happen in current times |
They believe themselves superior by law |
We are majority, new spring, I crack your lock |
I feel Clarence Bodicker in Detroit |
Illpack in the top cap detonate in a huge crash |
Police brutality against red leather jackets |
Blood, kamikazes against judges |
looks and imbeciles |
We are no longer docile |
skilled assassins |
We go with flags and turbans versus handcuffs and shackles |
My tongue is a verbal machete |
We come to try your luck |
Requiem for those who are not here, I am in front |
Within your jurisdiction, snake |
Clenched fists cry out to the roof of heaven |
The fire that we warn is prone to ignite consciences by decree |
They stir up the crowd |
I seek to spread the Illpack manifesto |
It was formed by means of a post it |
Today I feel the feedback from the hoses incised |
It is the pressure of a clear response to so much anger |
martial law against cold militias |
We handle acid darts |
Gray tapes of heat on their cuffs and collar |
There is no shield to protect the pig anymore |
The world is ours now |
Pay attention to the rally, my voice pierces you |
We are faster than Johnny Eck, implore |
The ammunition is out there |
Homemade weapons await you |
Illpack pulverize your face |
Headquarters of police stations taken by storm and armored in the streets |
They try to contain us with harangues through megaphones |
They order us to disperse |
We are at the edge of your establishment |
Pepper gases, its replacement |
They bite the dust, we are mob |
Their hulls are papaya, they are pulped |
Express your disagreement with their uniformity |
His pride cornered between bricks and lime |
Mezcal suicide, is today's social Illpack watchword |
Cocktail with rags in oil, straight to a convoy |
Riot control of a murky order, obvious |
We have a Libyan character, never lukewarm |
We are phobic to your dirty propaganda |
Buildings like ruins in Greece |
Warning sign, gaps open |
They are consequences of a great brawl, there will be no defense |
This revolt does not put slogans on banners |
Song tags: #Illpack con Capaz
Name | Year |
---|---|
Illpack 2: Hijos de Kubrick ft. Capaz | 2007 |
Curiosity ft. Shabu One Shant, Capaz, Quilate | 2018 |