"A diferença entre uma democracia e uma ditadura consiste em que numa democracia se pode votar antes de obedecer ás ordens."

Texto: Charles Bukowski

Arte: Arthur ferreira AMP Crew (Against Mass Production)

After Joint. Bob Marley - Exodus

Exodus, movement of JAH people
Exodus, movement of JAH people

 men and people will fight ya down,tell me why
when ya see JAH light
let me tell you if you're not wrong
everything is allright
so we gonna walk, through the roads of
creation
we're the generation,tell me why
who trod through great tribulation

 Exodus, movement of JAH people
Exodus, movement of JAH people
open your eyes and look within
are you satisfied with the life
you're living

 we know where we're going
we know where we're from
we're leaving babylon
we're going to our father's land

 Exodus, movement of JAH people
Exodus, movement of JAH people
Exodus, Exodus, Exodus
Exodus, Exodus, Exodus
movement of JAH people
movement of JAH people
movement of JAH people
movement of JAH people
move, move, move, movement of JAH people

 JAH come to breakdown downpression, rule equality
wipe away transgression
and set the captives free
Exodus, movement of JAH people
Exodus, movement of JAH people

A decadência do trabalho

A organização do trabalho e a organização do lazer resguardam as tesouras castradoras encarregadas de melhorar a raça dos cães submissos. Veremos qualquer dia os gravistas, reivindicando a automação e a semana de dez horas, escolherem, como forma de greve, fazer amor nas fábricas, nos escritórios e nos centros culturais? Somente se inquietariam e se espantariam os planejadores, os gerentes, os dirigentes sindicais e os sociólogos. Com razão, talvez. Afinal, é a pele deles que está em jogo.

Texto: Raoul Vaneigem (A decadência do trabalho)
Foto: Thiago Guedert (http://www.flickr.com/photos/thiagoguedert/)

Obedeça

Killing in the name of!


Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

Arte: Tomas Melo
Texto: Rage Against The Machine

[...]Ganância toma conta de uma nação implacável

a verdade não existe ou é manipulável

faça oque eu digo, mas não faça oque eu faço

somos fantoches de um sistema completamente alienável

quebrarei as minhas algemas

queimarei o sistema

oque é muito provável.

Arte e Texto esdrúxulo: Tato(menace crew)

Noções Básicas

Filhos de uma puta! Como ousam dizer para mim obedeçer e aceitar calado

enquanto eu olho pro lado e vejo que esta tudo errado?

Quem disse que tenho que obedecer as suas regras,

levar o mesmo estilo de vida que você leva,

Todo dia absorvendo idéias mesquinhas, aturando diariamente idéias completamente sem sentido como: polícia, trabalhamos para sustentar esta grande instituição armada, que veem nos dar boas vindas calorosas quando saímos na rua em prol de algum direito, ou então que tal, pagar impostos, dar o meu dinheiro suado para um bando de merdinha, escroto, arrogante, filha de uma puta do caralho, pra ele gastar com ele mesmo, ou até uma das piores e mais medieval de todas, o trabalho.

- Bom dia senhor, eu sou um merda de um verme filho de uma cadela prenha, posso te fazer uma proposta?

-Claro!

-Bom... um cara alí pediu pra enfiar uma tora enorme bem no meu cú, mas eu ja to com o cú cheio de coisa sabe, que tal você abaixar as calças e deixar ele enfiar essa tora bem fundo no teu?

Basicamente o trabalho é isso, algum cara de bosta pedindo pra você se fuder pra ele.

Porra! agente é muito babaca.

Raimundos

"Foi mal, foi mal, foi mal ae véi

Se eu falei um monte de coisa que você não gosta

Com o microfone eu tenho a faca e o queijo

Olho o jornal, eu ouço rádio, eu só ouço bosta

E na TV eu não gosto de nada que eu vejo

Uma camisa de força tamanho mirim

Vai tem que me explicar tim-tim por tim-tim

Por que a lei só se aplica a mim

Perigo pra sociedade é o que me dizem

E penso comigo mesmo: porque não eu

Pra cuspir o pensar e taxarem de mim"

Texto: Raimundos

Arte: Tomás Melo

Raimundos - Cesta Basica:

Polícia Fede

these mothefuckers wanna know what I know

they'd put me in jail, speed up my flow to fail
they got the donuts in the box, the asshole filled with a chip botox
will I pass when I puff puff pass?
will I laugh when they broke my heart, destroy my homegrow by the door
In fact, these good shit will take you down in a sec
and after that, let the lady show
her abillities to blow, take a puff and let it go
I see the trouble, the struggle ain't nothing changed
all this crackin world kind of make you insane
your head is off since your birthday
its was summer, 99 thats when you met the cocaine
3 years in a roll, let it roll, get a bleeded nose
in the quest of gettin free, the adicttion will succeed
i'm sitting here, paranoid from the weed
the smoke from up the blunt of the skunk make you wanna jump
too many hipocrites wanna locked me up
i'm kind of cursed cause I ain't got a jesus trust
you can blame it on me but ya should blame the police
they wanna see our blood in the motherfucking dirty streets
no peace, young g's, dope kings, what the fuck is it real?
Yeahhhh I got high
mom, I'm sure for real these stupid words could make ya cry


Foto: www.flikr.com/photos/leprexal
Texto: João Estorvo

Movimento Menace

Movimento menace constitui-se em uma propósta muito simples, divulgar a arte underground de qualquer um que seja, sem nenhum tipo de censura moral ou restrições legais. Sinta-se em casa para enviar fotos, desenhos, pinturas, textos, videos, poesia barata e qualquer outra coisa que quiser.  Protestar, absorver, tentar entender e inalar.

Sejam bem vindos e não esqueçam de tragar.


Arte: Tomás Melo

TEste

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