Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Contact I highjack the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' mc's
Sound off Mumia Guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs trying to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box it's my radio dial
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now