RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE - Guerilla Radio lyrics

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Transmission third world war third round

A decade of the weapon of sound above ground

No shelter if youre 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 cameras 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

All the fistagons 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 fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerilla Radio

Turn that shit up

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 gottem 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 its my radio dial

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 nowAll hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now