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 the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes 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, stole your eyes
All the fistagons, the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks and 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 hijacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway, move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' MC's
Sound off mumia guan be free
Who got 'em? Yo check the federal file
All you pendejos know the trial was vile
Army of pigs try to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box its 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
It had to start somewhere
It had 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

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