Transmission third world was 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 tha polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow for power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera’s eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or 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 on the above fuck it cut the cord
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
[REPEAT]
Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin’ the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days on bombin’ mc’s
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pendejos 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
[REPEAT]
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
All hell cant’s stop us now
