Lyrics of Illpack - Elphomega, Capaz

Illpack - Elphomega, Capaz
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Illpack, artist - Elphomega
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
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