Transmission third world war third round

A decade of the weapon of sound above ground

No shelter if you're lookin' for shade

I lick shots at the brutal charade

As the polls close like a casket 

On truth devoured

A Silent play in the shadow of power

A spectacle monopolized

The camera's 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 and stole your eyes 

Or 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



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Contact I highjacked the frequencies 

Blockin' the beltway

Move on D.C. 

Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'s

Sound off Mumia guan be free

Who gottem yo check the federal file

All you pen devils know the trial was vile

An army of pigs try to silence my style

Off 'em all out that box 

It's my radio dial



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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