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