Illpack - Elphomega, Capaz

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

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