Richard Cheese And Lounge Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio lyrics

Transmission, Third World War, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket Our truth devours a silent play in the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the ma** who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? It's a spectacle monopolized They hold the reins, stole your eyes The Fistagon's 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 Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out, guerrilla radio Contact, I hijack the frequencies Blockin' the Beltway, move on D. C. 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 All of you pigs trying to silence my style Off 'em all out that box, it's my radio dial Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that sh** 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 All hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now