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Transmission, Third World War, third round
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A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
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Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade
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I lick shots at the brutal charade
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As the polls close like a casket
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Our truth devours a silent play in the shadow of power
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A spectacle monopolized
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The camera's eyes on choice disguised
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Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
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Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
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It's a spectacle monopolized
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They hold the reins, stole your eyes
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The Fistagon's bullets and bombs
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Who stuff the banks, who staff the party ranks
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More for Gore or the son of a drug lord?
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None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord
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Lights out, guerrilla radio
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Turn that shit up
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Lights out, guerrilla radio
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Turn that shit up
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Lights out, guerrilla radio
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Turn that shit up
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Lights out, guerrilla radio
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Contact, I hijack the frequencies
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Blockin' the Beltway, move on D. C.
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Way past the days of bombin' MCs
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Sound off, Mumia Guan, be free
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Who got 'em, yo, check the federal file
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All you pen devils know the trial was vile
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All of you pigs trying to silence my style
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Off 'em all out that box, it's my radio dial
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Lights out guerrilla radio
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Turn that shit up
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Lights out guerrilla radio
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Turn that shit up
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Lights out guerrilla radio
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Turn that shit up
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Lights out guerrilla radio
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Turn that shit up
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It has to start somewhere
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It has to start sometime
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What better place than here?
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What better time than now?
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All hell can't stop us now
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All hell can't stop us now
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All hell can't stop us now
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All hell can't stop us now
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All hell can't stop us now
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All hell can't stop us now
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Name Guerrilla Radio
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Artist Rage Against The Machine
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Album The Battle Of Los Angeles
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