Transmission third world war third round A decade of tha weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As that polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on tha shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The cameras eye on choice disguised Was it cast for tha mass who burn and toil? Or for tha vultures who thirst for blood and oil? A spectacle monopolized They hold tha reins and stole your eyes Tha fistagons bullets and bombs Who stuff tha banks Who staff tha party ranks More for Gore or tha son of a drug lord None of tha above fuck it cut tha cord
Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up
Contact I highjacked tha frequencies Blockin' tha beltway Move on DC Way past tha days of bombin' mc's Sound off Mumia guan be free Who gottem you check tha federal file All you pen devils know tha 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 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 第三世界の戦争の第三ラウンドを伝えよう 空中を行くサウンドが武器となる10年 物陰を探しても避難所はない 暴力的なジェスチャーゲームに舐めるように銃を撃ち込む 食い物にされた真実のもと 投票は棺のように締め切られる 権力の影の沈黙劇 視野は独占される カメラの目は仮面をかぶった選択に向けられている あれは火をつけて辛い労働をした大衆のための決定だったのか? それとも血と石油に飢えた禿鷹どものためのものだったのか? かくて光景は独占される