Transmission third world war third round
decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if you're lookin' for shade
I lick shots at the [bad word] charade
As the polls close like a casket 
On [bad word] devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power
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 and stole your eyes 
Or the fistagons 
The bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks 
More for Gore or the son of a [bad word] lord
None of the above [bad word] it cut the cord

Lights out 
Guerrilla Radio 
Turn that [bad word] up

Lights out 
Guerrilla Radio 
Turn that [bad word] up

Lights out 
Guerrilla Radio 
Turn that [bad word] up

Lights out 
Guerrilla Radio

Contact I highjacked the frequencies 
Blockin' the beltway
Move on D.C. 
Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'s
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem 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 [bad word] up

Lights out 
Guerrilla Radio 
Turn that [bad word] up

Lights out 
Guerrilla Radio 
Turn that [bad word] up

Lights out 
Guerrilla Radio 
Turn that [bad word] up

It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime
What better place than here, what better time than now?

All [bad word] can't stop us now
All [bad word] can't stop us now
All [bad word] can't stop us now
All [bad word] can't stop us now
All [bad word] can't stop us now
All [bad word] can't stop us now