Transmission, Third World War, Third Round A Decade Of
The Weapon Of Sound Above Ground No Shelter, If
You′re Looking For Shade I Lick Shots At The
Brutal Charade As The Polls Close Like A Casket,
On Truth Devoured A Silent Play On 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
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 DC! Way Past The Days Of Bombin′ MCs
Sound Off, Mumia Go On Be Free! Who Got
'em? 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! 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