Transmission third world war third round   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   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, stole your eyes   All the fistagons the bullets and bombs   Who stuff the banks and 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 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      Contact I hijacked the frequencies blockin' the beltway   Move on DC way past the days of bombin' MCs   Sound off Mumia guan be free   Who gott 'em yo check the federal file   All you pendejos know the trial was vile   Army of pigs try to silence my style   Off 'em all out that box it's 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      It has to start somewhere, it had 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