Guerrilla Radio Songtext / Lyric

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain´t no shelter if you´re looking for shade
I licks shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play an the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera´s eye an choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and 0il?
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
The fistragons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for gore or the son of a drug lord

(Ref. 2X)
Lights Out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit of

Contact the highjacked the frequencies
Blocking the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombing mc´s
Sound of Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
And army of pigs try to silence my style
Offem em all out that box it´s my radio dial

(Ref. 2X)
Lights Out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit of

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place then here
What better time then now
All hell can´t stop us now