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



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