Populární brazilská thrasmetalová skupina založená v r. 1984 pod vlivem Slayer a Metallicy. Album „Morbid Visions“ (1986) ještě obsahuje satanskou tematiku. V r. 1987 odešel Jairo T., kterého nahradil A. Kisser. (Jairo poté založil sk. The Mist.)...

Píseň: Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos

Interpret:
Sepultura
Album:
Revolusongs
[Originally performed by Public Enemey] 


I got a letter from the government 
The other day 
I opened and read it 
It said they were suckers 
They wanted me for their army or whatever 
Picture me given' a damn I said never 
Here is a land that never gave a damn 
About a brother like me and myself 
Because they never did 
I wasn't wit' it but just that very minute... 
It occurred to me 
The suckers had authority 
Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell 
How long has it been? 
They got me sittin' in the state pen 
I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before 
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor 
I'm not a fugitive on the run 
But a brother like me begun - to be another one 
Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all 
To criticize me some crime - never the less 
They could not understand that I'm a Black man 
And I could never be a veteran 
On the strength, the situation's unreal 
I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel 


They got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin' 
Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin' 
4 of us packed in a cell like slaves - oh well 
The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell 
You have to realize - what its a form of slavery 
Organized under a swarm of devils 
Straight up - word'em up on the level 
The reasons are several, most of them federal 
Here is my plan anyway and I say 
I got gusto, but only some I can trust - yo 
Some do a bid from 1 to 10 
And I never did, and plus I never been 
I'm on a tier where no tears should ever fall 
Cell block and locked - I never clock it y'all 
'Cause time and time again time 
They got me servin' to those and to them 
I'm not a citizen 
But ever when I catch a C-O 
Sleepin' on the job - my plan is on go-ahead 
On the strength, I'm tell you the deal 
I got nothin' to lose 
'Cause I'm goin' for the steel 


You know I caught a C-O 
Fallin' asleep on death row 
I grabbed his gun - then he did what I said so 
And everyman's got served 
Along with the time they served 
Decency was deserved 
To understand my demands 
I gave a warnin' - I wanted the governor, y'all 
And plus the warden to know 
That I was innocent - 
Because I'm militant 
Posing a threat, you bet it's fuckin' up the government 
My plan said I had to get out and break north 
Just like with Oliver's neck 
I had to get off - my boys had the feds in check 
They couldn't do nuthin' 
We had a force to instigate a prison riot 
This is what it takes for peace 
So I just took the piece 
Black for Black inside time to cut the leash 
Freedom to get out - to the ghetto - no sell out 
6 C-Os we got we ought to put their head out 
But I'll give 'em a chance, cause I'm civilized 
As for the rest of the world, they can't realize 
A cell is hell - I'm a rebel so I rebel 
Between bars, got me thinkin' like an animal 
Got a woman C-O to call me a copter 
She tried to get away, and I popped her 
Twice, right 
Now who wanna get nice? 
I had 6 C-Os, now it's 5 to go 
And I'm serious - call me delirious 
But I'm still a captive 
I gotta rap this 
Time to break as time grows intense 
I got the steel in my right hand 
Now I'm lookin' for the fence 


I ventured into the courtyard 
Followed by 52 brothers 
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard 
Goin' out with a bang 
Ready to bang out 
But power from the sky 
And from the tower shots rang out 
A high number of dose - yes 
And some came close 
Figure I trigger my steel 
Stand and hold my post 
This is what I mean - an anti-nigger machine 
If I come out alive and then they won't - come clean 
And then I threw up my steel bullets - flew up 
Blew up, who shot... 
What, who, the bazooka was who 
And to my rescue, it was the S1Ws 
Secured my getaway, so I just gotaway 
The joint broke, from the black smoke 
Then they saw it was rougher than the average bluffer 
'Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact 
Now the chase is on tellin' you to c'mon 
53 brothers on the run, and we are gone