boom

pod’un satellite albumunun 3. sarkisidir. gayet gaz, güzel bir sarkidir. masa tenisi ile alakalı bir klipleri vardir.

güftesi;

i never knew that a kid like me
could take his mic around the world and flash the big s.d.
and rock the masses, from madrid to calabassas
tijuana, mexico, bootleg demos in tokyo
they know me though, ’cause i be puttin’ in work
commit my life to rebirth, well respected, ’cause that’s my word
i’m sure you heard, about a new sound going around
she might have left my hood, but she was born in my town

we rep. the south, so what you talking about
i’m not running off my mouth, i know this without a doubt
’cause if you know these streets, then these streets know you
when it’s time to handle business, then you know what to do
me and my crew, we stay true, old skool or new
many were called, but the chosen are few
we rise to the top, what you want? just in case you forgot
rush the stage, grab my mic, show me what you got

[b-section:]
you didn’t know, thought we was new on the scene
well, it’s alright! it’s alright!
i know you know, i see you smiling at me
well, it’s alright! it’s alright!

[chorus:]
boom! here comes the boom!
ready or not, here comes the boys from the south
boom! here comes the boom!
how you like me now?

[bridge:]
is that all you got?
i’ll take your best shot.

steal this album ’den soad parçası.

i’m walking through your streets
where all your money’s earning
where all your buildings crying
and clueless neckties working
revolving fake lawn houses
housing all your fears
desensitized by t.v.

overbearing advertising
god of consumers
and all your crooked pictures looking good
mirrors filtering information through the public eye
designed for profit sharing
your neighbor, what a guy

boom, boom, boom, boom,
every time you drop a bomb
you kill the god your child has born
boom, boom, boom,

modern globalization
coupled with condemnations
unnecessary death
matador corporations
puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
manufacturing consent is the name of the game
the bottom line is money nobody gives a fuck

4000 hungry children
leave us per hour from starvation
while billions are spent on bombs
creating death showers

boom, boom, boom,
every time you drop a bomb
you kill the god your child has born

boom, boom, boom,
every time you drop a bomb
you kill the god your child has born

boom, boom, boom,
every time you drop a bomb
you kill the god your child has born

why must we kill our own child?
boom, boom, boom,
every time you drop a bomb
you kill the god your child has born

boom, boom, boom,
every time you drop a bomb
you kill the god your child has born

boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
every time you drop the bomb

hollandaca, agaç.

(bkz: boom shak a lak)

soulfly’ın back to the primitive albümünün 7.parçasıdır.

every time i think about how you act
you got no life, you got no respect
yeah every time i think about how you act
you got nothing, nothing left.

leeches and hypocrites
they even steal the air we breathe
pretending and faking it
to be something they cannot be.

you come around when you know you need something
stick around and try to get anything
but i know who’s really down with me
back tha fuck up you bumbklaatt enemy.

boom
watchugot?
watchuwatchugot?
watchugot?
boom

happiness is to give back
love one another, have respect
give more to receive less
give life, soul and fire

using people like they are tools
treating them like they’re just fools
always quiet but i know what you do
god knows and you will too.

fuck you, you fuckin’ disgrace
and then you act like everything’s the same
i don’t dig it, i don’t play mind games
don’t fuck with me and my friends

give more to receive more
give life, soul and fire

bir ülkenin ekonomik faaliyetlerinin en yüksek olduğu döneme denmektedir.

soad in en guzel parcasi bir i$le ugra$irken dinlerseniz duraksarsiniz bi an icin

(bkz: soulfly)