Transmission of a third world third rounf 
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 Sillent 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 fot the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? 
A spectale 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 f*** it cut the cord 

Lights out guerrilla radio 
Turn that shit up 

Contact I highacked the frequencies 
Blockin' the beltway 
Move on DC 
Way past the days of bombin' mc's 
Sound off Mumia guan be free 
Who gottern 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 
All hell can't stop us now