Guerrilla Radio

Transmission, third world war, third round, a decade of a weapon of sound above ground.

No shelter if you're looking for shade, I'll make shots off the brutal charade.

As the pulse closed like a casket, I'm truth devoured.

A silent plane in the shadow of power, a spectacle.

Monopolized, the camera's eyes on choiceless skies.

Was it cast for the mass who burned and toiled?

Were the vultures a thirst for blood and oil?

It's a spectacle, monopolized.

They hold the reins and stole your eyes over fistigons.

The bulletin bobs who stop the banks who stab the party rags

More for gold than the son of a drug lord

Now that you're bummed, fuck it, cut the card

Lights out, gorilla radio

Turn that shit up, lights out, gorilla radio

Turn that shit up, lights out, gorilla radio

Turn that shit up, lights out, gorilla radio

Contact hijacked the frequencies Blocking the beltway, move on D.C.

The past of the days of bombing emcees Sound off, maybe I'll go and be free

You got in your check, the federal files You bet that was low, the trial was vile

An army of peeps to silence my style F' 'em out of the box, my radio dial

Lights out, gorilla radio Turn that shit up, lights out

Gorilla Radio!

Turn that shit up! Lights out!

Gorilla Radio!

Turn that shit up! Lights out!

Gorilla 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?

Hell!

Can't stop us now, oh, hell Can't stop us now, oh, can't stop us now,

oh, hell Can't stop us now, oh, can't stop us now,

oh, can't stop us now