Guerrilla radio (live at The Grand Olympic Auditorium)
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 a brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On the truth devoured A silent play in a 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 guerrilla radio Turn that shit up
Contact I highjacked 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 try to silence my style Off em all out that box it's my radio dial
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?