Guerrilla Radio - Live, Mexico City, Mexico, October 28, 1999

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 gwan 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