Rage Against the Machine- Guerilla Radio

Transmission third world war third roundA decade of the weapon of sound above groundNo shelter if youre looking for shadeI lick shots at the brutal charadeAs the polls close like a casketOn truth devouredSilent play in the shadow of powerA spectacle monopolizedThe cameras eyes on choice disguisedWas it cast for the mass who burn and toil?Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?Yes a spectacle monopolizedThey hold the reins, stole your eyesAll the fistagons the bullets and bombsWho stuff the banksWho staff the party ranksMore for Gore or the son of a drug lordNone of the above fuck it cut the cordLights out guerilla RadioTurn that shit upContact I highjacked the frequenciesBlockin the beltwayMove on DCWay past the days of bombin MCsSound off Mumia guan be freeWho gottem yo check the federal fileAll you pen devils know the trial was vileArmy of pigs try to silence my styleOff em all out that box its my radio dialLights out guerilla RadioTurn that shit upIt has to start somewhereIt has to start sometimeWhat better place than hereWhat better time than nowAll hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now