Guerrilla Radio

Transmission, third world war, third round
A decade of a 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
All truth devoured, silent, plain, and shallow in power
A spectacle, monopolized
The camera's eyes, all truth disguised
Was it cash for the mass who burn and toil?
Or the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes, a spectacle, monopolized
Their home and rims, and stoned their eyes
All the fists and guns, the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the beds, who staff the bloody reds
More for power, order, 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
Come on, come on, turn that shit up
Lights out, guerrilla radio

Contact, I hijacked the frequencies
Rockin' the beltway, move for DC
Way past the days of bombing MCs
Sound off, Babylon, let my people be free
Who got 'em? Yo, check the federal file
Bloodclot Babylon, know your drive's been filed
Army of pigs try to silence my style
Offer more leather, box just my radio dial

Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Come on, come on, turn that shit up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Uh, 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