Zack de la Rocha - Guerilla Radio lyrics

[Zach de la Rocha] Transmission, third World War, third round A decade of the 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, on truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the ma** 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 drug lord None of the above. f** it, cut the cord! [Hook] Lights out! Guerilla radio! Turn that sh** up! Lights out! Guerilla radio! Turn that sh** up! Lights out! Guerilla radio! Turn that sh** up! Lights out! Guerilla radio! [Verse 2] 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! [Hook] [*whispers*] It has to start somewhere.. It has to start sometime... What better place than here?.. What better time than now?... [Repeat 6X] All Hell can't stop us now