Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade

I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured

Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras 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, stole your eyes
All 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 $#&@ it cut the cord


Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that %#@! up


Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway

Move on DC
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
Army of pigs try to silence my style

Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out guerilla Radio

Turn that %#@! up

It has to start somewhere

It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than nowAll hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now