Guerrilla Radio

Transmission, third world war, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're lookin' for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the 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 Or the fist-a-gons 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 got 'em? 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