Woorden: Rage Against The Machine. Guerrilla Radio.

Transmission of a third world third rounf A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at a brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On the truth devoured A sillent play in a shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or fot the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? A spectale monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons 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 guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Contact i highacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway Move on dc Way past the days of bombin' mc's Sound off mumia guan be free Who gottern 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 Lights out guerrilla 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