Guerilla Radio
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โฑ๏ธ 3:27 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Transmission, third world war, third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket on truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
That's a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
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
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerilla radio
Contact, I highjack the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway, move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' mc's
Sound off, Mumia guan be free
Who got 'em, yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
Army of pigs trying to silence my style
Off 'em all out the box, it's my radio dial
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
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 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
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket on truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
That's a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
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
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerilla radio
Contact, I highjack the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway, move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' mc's
Sound off, Mumia guan be free
Who got 'em, yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
Army of pigs trying to silence my style
Off 'em all out the box, it's my radio dial
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
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 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:36.82] Transmission, third world war, third round
[00:39.33] A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
[00:42.04] No shelter if you're looking for shade
[00:43.53] I lick shots at the brutal charade
[00:45.69] As the polls close like a casket on truth devoured
[00:48.89] A silent play on the shadow of power
[00:50.89] A spectacle monopolized
[00:53.36] The camera's eye on choice disguised
[00:55.46] Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
[00:57.53] Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
[00:59.94] That's a spectacle monopolized
[01:02.34] They hold the reins, stole your eyes
[01:04.82] The fistagons, the bullets and bombs
[01:07.07] Who stuff the banks, who staff the party ranks
[01:09.88] More for gore or the son of a drug lord
[01:11.80] None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord
[01:14.45] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:17.50] Turn that shit up
[01:19.17] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:22.36] Turn that shit up
[01:23.77] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:26.97] Turn that shit up
[01:28.53] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:32.60] Contact, I highjack the frequencies
[01:35.13] Blockin' the beltway, move on DC
[01:37.60] Way past the days of bombin' mc's
[01:39.62] Sound off, Mumia guan be free
[01:42.03] Who got 'em, yo check the federal file
[01:44.44] All you pen devils know the trial was vile
[01:46.84] Army of pigs trying to silence my style
[01:49.01] Off 'em all out the box, it's my radio dial
[01:51.76] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:54.88] Turn that shit up
[01:56.36] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:59.59] Turn that shit up
[02:00.97] Lights out, guerilla radio
[02:04.05] Turn that shit up
[02:05.68] Lights out, guerilla radio
[02:08.74] Turn that shit up
[02:11.41]
[02:46.72] It has to start somewhere
[02:49.22] It has to start sometime
[02:51.58] What better place than here?
[02:53.77] What better time than now?
[02:57.14] All hell can't stop us now
[03:01.86] All hell can't stop us now
[03:06.65] All hell can't stop us now
[03:11.34] All hell can't stop us now
[03:16.00] All hell can't stop us now
[03:20.76] All hell can't stop us now
[03:23.87]
[00:39.33] A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
[00:42.04] No shelter if you're looking for shade
[00:43.53] I lick shots at the brutal charade
[00:45.69] As the polls close like a casket on truth devoured
[00:48.89] A silent play on the shadow of power
[00:50.89] A spectacle monopolized
[00:53.36] The camera's eye on choice disguised
[00:55.46] Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
[00:57.53] Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
[00:59.94] That's a spectacle monopolized
[01:02.34] They hold the reins, stole your eyes
[01:04.82] The fistagons, the bullets and bombs
[01:07.07] Who stuff the banks, who staff the party ranks
[01:09.88] More for gore or the son of a drug lord
[01:11.80] None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord
[01:14.45] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:17.50] Turn that shit up
[01:19.17] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:22.36] Turn that shit up
[01:23.77] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:26.97] Turn that shit up
[01:28.53] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:32.60] Contact, I highjack the frequencies
[01:35.13] Blockin' the beltway, move on DC
[01:37.60] Way past the days of bombin' mc's
[01:39.62] Sound off, Mumia guan be free
[01:42.03] Who got 'em, yo check the federal file
[01:44.44] All you pen devils know the trial was vile
[01:46.84] Army of pigs trying to silence my style
[01:49.01] Off 'em all out the box, it's my radio dial
[01:51.76] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:54.88] Turn that shit up
[01:56.36] Lights out, guerilla radio
[01:59.59] Turn that shit up
[02:00.97] Lights out, guerilla radio
[02:04.05] Turn that shit up
[02:05.68] Lights out, guerilla radio
[02:08.74] Turn that shit up
[02:11.41]
[02:46.72] It has to start somewhere
[02:49.22] It has to start sometime
[02:51.58] What better place than here?
[02:53.77] What better time than now?
[02:57.14] All hell can't stop us now
[03:01.86] All hell can't stop us now
[03:06.65] All hell can't stop us now
[03:11.34] All hell can't stop us now
[03:16.00] All hell can't stop us now
[03:20.76] All hell can't stop us now
[03:23.87]