Guerrilla Radio

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 fuck 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




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