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 fuck it cut the cord 

Lights out 
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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 shit up 
Lights out 
Guerilla Radio 
Turn that shit up 
Lights out 
Guerilla Radio 
Turn that shit up 
Lights out 
Guerilla 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 cant stop us now 
All hell cant stop us now 
All hell cant stop us now 
All hell cant stop us now 
All hell cant stop us now 
All hell cant stop us now