Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Makinarya, artist - KOLATERAL
Date of issue: 28.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Tagalog
Makinarya(original) |
Mga anak, salamat sa lahat |
Lalo na sa pag-papatakbo ng alamat (pakagat) |
Kontra droga ang pamagat |
Kamaong naka-ngarat ang pabalat |
Para sa kaayusan, para sa kaunlaran |
Para sa kapayapaan, ano ba naman ang kamatayan? |
(ng mga salot na lango) |
Kayo nang bahala kung paano ang galaw |
Matayog ang pangako, mababa ang tanaw |
Tira lang ng tira 'gang walang matira |
Bubusalan ang mga mag bibida |
Bala ang batas, bala ang pitaka |
Bala ang balitang di makilala |
Ito’y digmaan, ito ang pasinaya |
Mga anak, kayo ang makinarya! |
At sa pag supil ng mga salot ng lipunan |
Wag nang alalahanin ang kanilang karapatan |
Ang aking salita ang siyang magiging armas |
Ang aking salita ang siyang magiging batas |
Aking mga anak, ipalaganap nyo ang utos ko |
Wag kayo matakot na malunod sa dugo |
Ang aking salita ang siyang magiging armas |
Sa aking salita, walang makakaligtas |
Mga bilin ni tatay, himayin |
Isalin at ibatay sa mga sasaklawin |
Ng bawat kagawaran, komisyon, at ahensya |
Nang magka-alaman ng hatian ng ebidensya |
Este pwersa |
Gawing reso, gawing memo, gawing utos |
Clearing operations na hanggang maubos |
Anong punto, bulto-bulto lang ng puntos |
May kita, este quota, at may panustos |
Isasabuhay, mga salitang pumapaslang |
Nakatago sa mata ng publiko ang makinarya ng pagtokhang |
Sa pag putok ng bariles tutugisin ang mamayan |
Di nila kailangan na malaman ang dahilan |
Basta ba’t barilin nyo nalang |
Adik, adik, basta nasa listahan automatic ay adik |
Isinulat ng mga nagmamasid |
Ignorante man o ganid |
Importante ang pulis may target |
Mabisang mata |
Kapitbahay na binitawan na ang kanyang moralidad |
Ginagamit na sila para ilag-lag |
Ang kapwa sila-sila na nagtuturaan |
Nag papalakas kay itay, kaya damihan nyong pumatay |
Coordinate, bago ma-terminate, gawing baranggay ng bangkay |
Droga ang kalaban, pero tiyakin ang baril sa tao nakatutok |
Dobol Barrel, sa bawat patak ng dugo, kapalit ay piso |
Isasabuhay, mga salitang pumapaslang |
Nakatago sa mata ng publiko ang makinarya ng pagtokhang |
Sa pag putok ng bariles tutugisin ang mamayan |
Di nila kailangan na malaman ang dahilan |
Basta ba’t barilin nyo nalang |
Memorandum Circular |
Hudiyat ng aming pag galaw |
Hahalug-hugin ang bawat sulok |
Kahit na mag-tago'y lilitaw |
Kalyeng madilim, malagim, di pansin |
Ng mga nasa listahan na sila’y papaslangin |
Parte ng mga kotang tatapusin |
Palengke man o burol |
Bilyaran, sementeryo |
Gamit ang matang nagmamasid |
Markado na agad ang mga ulo |
Si kap ay nasabihan na |
Wala nang pwedeng umalma |
Target napalibutan na |
Mga baril naka kasa |
Sir may posibleng saksi |
Mga anak at kanyang misis |
Ano nga ba protocol natin |
Wala naman sila sa drug watch list? |
Wag mo na intindihan yan |
Trabaho mo’y gawin mo nalang |
Di mo ikaka-asenso |
Saka wala silang bilang |
Pinasok na ang bahay at ginapos na lahat ng pwedeng witness |
Mukha ng target ay nasa sahig (siya ba yan?), baril ang paglilitis |
Pumapalag pa siya’t tinatanggi ang pagiging adik |
Taintim na nag-mamakaawa |
«Sir, di naman ako-» |
My children, I am grateful to you |
For keeping my legend alive |
(for believing) |
With the Drug War as my brand |
And my label of a closed fist hand |
In the name of order, in the name of progress |
In the name of peace |
Death is a small price to pay |
(the death of vermin) |
I’ll leave you to do the the dirty work |
Of my grand promises and narrow vision |
Shoot them all until no one is left |
Silence anyone who complains |
The bullet is the law, the bullet is the state budget |
The bullet is the news no one will recognize |
This is war, this is the spectacle |
My children, you are the machine! |
To rid us of society’s unwanted |
Disabuse them all of their rights |
My orders will be your weapons |
My orders will be the law |
My children, spread my word far and wide |
Do not be afraid to drown in blood |
My orders will be your weapons |
With my orders, no one is safe |
We have to make sense of Father’s orders |
Translate and apply it for all citizens |
For the departments, commissions, and agencies |
To determine the division of evidence |
Sorry, I mean, force |
We’ll churn out resolutions, memorandums, and marching orders |
Clearing operations until they’re all dead |
Each victim adds to our body count |
To meet profits, I mean quotas, and bribes |
To enforce the order to kill |
Hide the machinery of Tokhang from the public’s eye |
Keep the people in the cross hairs |
They won’t need a reason |
If you shoot them down |
Addict, addict, if they’re on the list |
They’re automatically addicts |
Put there by watchful eyes |
That could be ignorant or greedy |
As long as the police have their targets |
The ever watchful eyes |
Of neighbors that gave up their humanity |
Are cogs and gears |
As they snitch on each other |
To please our Father, deliver the dead in numbers |
Coordinate before we terminate |
Fill the neighborhoods with bodies |
Drugs are the enemy but set your sights on the people |
Double Barrel, every drop of blood has a price |
To enforce the order to kill |
Hide the machinery of Tokhang from the public’s eye |
Keep the people in the cross hairs |
They won’t need a reason |
If you shoot them down |
To enforce the order to kill |
The Memorandum Circular |
Is the cue to our operations |
To sweep through street corners |
And surface anyone suspicious |
Dark and doomed alleyways keep their secrets |
Everyone on the list will get their due |
As part of quotas to complete |
From the marketplace to the wake |
From pool halls to the cemetery |
With the help of watchful eyes |
All targets are marked |
Captain has been notified |
No one can object |
The target is surrounded |
And guns at the ready |
«Sir, there are possible witnesses |
His wife and children are on the scene |
What is our protocol |
If they aren’t on the drug watch list?» |
Don’t worry about that |
Just focus on doing your job |
It won’t do you any good |
And they don’t matter in the long run |
Burst through the door and tie up all the witnesses |
The perp’s face is on the floor (is that him?) |
This bullet will be his judgement |
He’s fighting back, claiming that he’s innocent |
He’s begging for his life |
«Sir, I’m not an addict--» |
(translation) |
Children, thank you for everything |
Especially when running a legend (bite) |
The title is anti drugs |
The cover is fisted |
For order, for prosperity |
For peace, what is death? |
(of drunken plagues) |
It's up to you how the movement is |
The promise is high, the vision is low |
It's just leftovers when there are no leftovers |
The stars will be gagged |
Bullet the law, bullet the wallet |
The news is unknown |
This is war, this is the beginning |
Children, you are the machinery! |
And in the suppression of the plagues of society |
Don't worry about their rights |
My word will be the weapon |
My word will be the law |
My children, spread my command |
Don't be afraid to drown in blood |
My word will be the weapon |
In my word, no one will survive |
Father's instructions, himayin |
Translate and base on what will be covered |
Of every department, commission, and agency |
When part of the evidence is known |
These forces |
Make a reso, make a memo, make an order |
Clearing operations until sold out |
What a point, just a bunch of points |
There is income, este quota, and there is supply |
To be lived, words that kill |
The gambling machinery is hidden from the public eye |
With the firing of the barrel, the people will be chased |
They don't need to know the reason |
Just shoot it |
Addicted, addicted, as long as it's on the list, it's automatically an addiction |
Written by observers |
Either ignorant or savage |
It is important that the police have a target |
Effective eyes |
Neighbor who has given up his morality |
They are already used to hang around |
The two of them who teach |
Father is getting stronger, that's why you kill a lot |
Coordinate, before termination, turn the corpse into a barangay |
Drugs are the enemy, but make sure the gun is aimed at the person |
Dobol Barrel, for every drop of blood, in exchange is a peso |
To be lived, words that kill |
The gambling machinery is hidden from the public eye |
With the firing of the barrel, the people will be chased |
They don't need to know the reason |
Just shoot it |
Memorandum Circular |
Sign of our movement |
Every corner will be explored |
Even if it hides it will appear |
Street is dark, scary, not paying attention |
Of those on the list they will be killed |
Part of the quotas to be completed |
Whether it's a market or a hill |
Billiards, cemetery |
With the observing eye |
Heads are marked immediately |
Kap has been told |
Nothing can calm down |
Target surrounded |
Guns on the case |
Sir there is a possible witness |
Children and his wife |
What exactly is our protocol? |
Aren't they on the drug watch list? |
Do not understand that |
Do your job |
You will not be promoted |
Then they have no number |
The house was entered and all possible witnesses were tied up |
The target's face is on the floor (is that him?), the trial gun |
He is still sober and denies being an addict |
Sincerely begging |
«Sir, I'm not-» |
My children, I am grateful to you |
For keeping my legend alive |
(for believing) |
With the Drug War as my brand |
And my label of a closed fist hand |
In the name of order, in the name of progress |
In the name of peace |
Death is a small price to pay |
(the death of vermin) |
I'll leave you to do the dirty work |
Of my grand promises and narrow vision |
Shoot them all until no one is left |
Silence anyone who complains |
The bullet is the law, the bullet is the state budget |
The bullet is the news no one will recognize |
This is war, this is the spectacle |
My children, you are the machine! |
To rid us of society's unwanted |
Disabuse them all of their rights |
My orders will be your weapons |
My orders will be the law |
My children, spread my word far and wide |
Do not be afraid to drown in blood |
My orders will be your weapons |
With my orders, no one is safe |
We have to make sense of Father's orders |
Translate and apply it for all citizens |
For the departments, commissions, and agencies |
To determine the division of evidence |
Sorry, I mean, force |
We'll churn out resolutions, memorandums, and marching orders |
Clearing operations until they're all dead |
Each victim adds to our body count |
To meet profits, I mean quotas, and bribes |
To enforce the order to kill |
Hide the machinery of Tokhang from the public's eye |
Keep the people in the cross hairs |
They won't need a reason |
If you shoot them down |
Addict, addict, if they're on the list |
They're automatically addicts |
Put there by watchful eyes |
That could be ignorant or greedy |
As long as the police have their targets |
The ever watchful eyes |
Of neighbors that gave up their humanity |
Are cogs and gears |
As they snitch on each other |
To please our Father, deliver the dead in numbers |
Coordinate before we terminate |
Fill the neighborhoods with bodies |
Drugs are the enemy but set your sights on the people |
Double Barrel, every drop of blood has a price |
To enforce the order to kill |
Hide the machinery of Tokhang from the public's eye |
Keep the people in the cross hairs |
They won't need a reason |
If you shoot them down |
To enforce the order to kill |
The Memorandum Circular |
Is the cue to our operations |
To sweep through street corners |
And surface anyone suspicious |
Dark and doomed alleyways keep their secrets |
Everyone on the list will get their due |
As part of quotas to complete |
From the marketplace to the wake |
From pool halls to the cemetery |
With the help of watchful eyes |
All targets are marked |
Captain has been notified |
No one can object |
The target is surrounded |
And guns at the ready |
« Sir, there are possible witnesses |
His wife and children are on the scene |
What is our protocol |
If they aren't on the drug watch list?» |
Don't worry about that |
Just focus on doing your job |
It won't do you any good |
And they don't matter in the long run |
Burst through the door and tie up all the witnesses |
The perp's face is on the floor (is that him?) |
This bullet will be his judgment |
He's fighting back, claiming that he's innocent |
He's begging for his life |
«Sir, I'm not an addict--» |