Lyrics:

Transmission
Third world war, third round
A decade of the weapon
of sound above ground

Ain't no shelter if your looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade

As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power

A 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
Stole your eyes

So the fistagons
The bullets and bombs
Who staff 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
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerilla radio

Contact
I hijacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on D.C.

Way past the days of bombin' MC's
Sound off
Mumia guan be free

Who got 'em
Yo, 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 that box
It's my radio dial

Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerilla 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 [x6]