Transmission third
world war third round
A decade of the weapon
of sound above ground
No shelter if you're
looking for shade
I lick shots
at the brutal charade
As tha 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
Yes 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
guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
lights out
Guerrilla radio
turn that shit up
Lights out
guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
lights out
Guerrilla radio
contact I highjacked
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
Try to silence
my style off em all
Out that box
It's my radio dial
Lights out
guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
lights out
Guerrilla radio
turn that shit up
Lights out
guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
lights out
Guerrilla 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~