Transmission, third World War, third round
decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No Shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the [bad word] charade
As the polls close like a casket, on [bad word] devoured
silent play on the shadow of power
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 [bad word] lord
None of the above. [bad word] IT, cut the cord!

 [bad word] 
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT [bad word] UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT [bad word] UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT [bad word] UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!

Contact, I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway, move on DC!
Way past the days of bombin' MCs'
Sound OFF, Mumia guan be free!
Who got 'em? 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!

 [bad word] 

[guitar riff]

[*whispers*]
It has to start somewhere..
It has to start sometime...
What better place than here?..
What better time than now?...

[repeat 6X]
ALL, [bad word]  CAN'T STOP US NOW!!