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