text: Transmission, third World War, third round
  A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
  No shelter if youre looking for shade
  I lick shots at the brutal charade
  As the polls close like a casket
  On truth devoured, silent play on the shadow of power
  A 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
  Fistagons, thе bullets and bombs
  Who stuff the banks and staff the party ranks
  Morе 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
  Lights out, guerrilla radio
  Come on
  Lights out, guerrilla radio
  Turn that shit up
  Lights out, guerrilla radio
  , I hijacked the frequencies
  Blockin the beltway, move on DC
  Way past the days of bombin MCs
  Sound off, Mumia, go on, be free
  Who got em? Check the federal file
  All you pen devils know the trial was vile
  Army of pigs try to silence my style
  Off em all out the box, its my radio dial
  Lights out, guerrilla radio
  Turn that shit up
  Lights out, guerrilla radio
  Lights out, guerrilla radio
  Turn that shit up
  Lights out, guerrilla radio
  It has to start somewhere
  It has to start sometime
  What better place than here?
  What better time than now?
  All hell cant stop us now
  All hell cant stop us now
  All hell cant stop us now
  All hell cant stop us now
  All hell cant stop us now