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transmisson third world war thied 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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on truth devoured
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a silent play on the shadow of power
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the camera's eye 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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a spectacle monopolized
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they hold the reins and stole your eyes
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the fistagons bullets and bombs
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who stuff the party banks
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more for gore or the son of 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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contact I highjacked the frequencies
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blockin' the beltway
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move on DC
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way past the days of bombin'mc's
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sound off mumia guan be free
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who gottem yo check the federal file
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all you pen devils know the trial was vile
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an army of pigs try to silence my style
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off em all out that box it's my radio dial
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lighs out guerillar 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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Guerilla radio (Remix)
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rage against the machine |