Guerilla Radio - Renegadez Of Funk

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 ** lord

None of the above f**k it cut the cord

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Guerrilla Radio

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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Guerrilla Radio Turn that sh*t up

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Guerrilla Radio Turn that sh*t up

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Guerrilla Radio Turn that sh*t up

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Guerrilla Radio Turn that sh*t 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