Guerrilla Radio

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 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?

Yes a spectacle monopolized

They hold the reins and stole your eyes

The fistagons the 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 hijacked the frequencies

Blockin' the beltway, move on D.C.

Way past the days of bombin' MCs

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