Πάντα εκτιμούσα τους Μπρουκλινέζους Biohazard για το εκρηκτικό μίγμα μέταλ χάρντκορ και χιπ χοπ που φτιάχνουν, ανάμεσα στους πρώτους και με ασυνήθιστη επιτυχία, από τα middle ‘80s. Ακούμε δυο τραγούδια από το άλμπουμ τους Mata Leao.

I always had great respect for Biohazard from Brooklyn, for the explosive mixture of metal, hardcore and hip hop they produce from the middle ‘80s, among the first to try it, and with exceptional success. We hear two songs from their Mata Leao album.

As I look up at the sky
I wonder why my momma always cried
Was it for how fast we lived and died?
Or because we never got our piece of the pie?
Busting at the seams, The American Dream
Like Meth said Cream, Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Parents with good intentions never mention
The Brooklyn House of Detention
Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die
Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die
Locking us down, we got cops all around
The sound of sirens drown your own heart’s pound
But you only wanted a piece of the pie
And in your mind’s eye momma’s still gonna cry
No matter how hard you tried, whether it’s truth or lies
On the day that you die, but we’re free to fly
And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die
Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say,
American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave
Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die
Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die
Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say,
American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave

Times are changing, things come and go
Things are getting worse, the earth, a black hole
I say to myself, “Will this shit ever change?”
Will it ever improve or will it stay the same?
It’s plain to me that things are amiss
Because I’ve seen better days than this
How could we let it get as bad as it is?
Because I’ve seen better days than this
It’s plain to me that things are amiss
Famine and war, hate and disgrace
Incest and murder, raping the rat race
I see no end to this suffering
Faith, hope, and love are burnt offerings
It’s plain to me that things are amiss
Because I’ve seen better days than this
How could we let it get as bad as it is?
Because I’ve seen better days than this
It’s plain to me that things are amiss
Decline and fall of modern man, our fate is sealed by our own hand
Time spinning onward, we’re regressing fast
Signs of the times say these days might be our last
Better days are gone forever, I fear
Our hate dictates our fate, apocalypse is here