Guerrilla Radio

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

Our truth devours a silent play in the shadow of power

A spectacle monopolized

The camera's eyes on choice disguised

Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?

Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?

It's a spectacle monopolized

They hold the reins

stole your eyes

The Fistagon's 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

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Turn that shit up

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guerrilla radio

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guerrilla radio

Contact

I hijack the frequencies

Blockin' the Beltway

move on D. C.

Way past the days of bombin' MCs

Sound off

Mumia Guan

be free

Who got 'em

yo

check the federal file

All you pen devils know the trial was vile

All of you pigs trying 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