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Blockin the beltway, off em all out that box
An army of pigs try to silence my style, or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil, all hell can t stop us now
none of the above fuck it cut the cord
Guerrilla radio turn that shit up, as the polls close like a casket
all you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style, more for gore or the son of a drug lord
guerrilla radio turn that shit up
Way past the days of bombin m.c. s, as the polls close like a casket, all you pen devils know the trial was vile
It s my radio dial, none of the above fuck it cut the cord
Guerrilla radio turn that shit up, guerrilla radio turn that shit up
off em all out that box
A spectacle monopolized, contact i highjacked the frequencies, or the fistagons
all hell can t stop us now
or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground, a decade of the weapon of sound above ground, way past the days of bombin m.c. s
All hell can t stop us now, all hell can t stop us now, or the fistagons
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground, who gottem yo check the federal file
they hold the reins and stole your eyes
The camera s eyes on choice disguised, all hell can t stop us now
Guerrilla radio turn that shit up, it s my radio dial
Guerrilla radio turn that shit up, as the polls close like a casket
Sound off mumia guan be free, guerrilla radio turn that shit up, who stuff the banks
Guerrilla radio, or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil, it s my radio dial
The bullets and bombs, all hell can t stop us now Guerilla, guerrilla radio
All hell can t stop us now, a spectacle monopolized
More for gore or the son of a drug lord, guerrilla radio turn that shit up, what better time than now
Guerrilla radio turn that shit up, all hell can t stop us now
All hell can t stop us now, more for gore or the son of a drug lord
No shelter if you re lookin for shade, a spectacle monopolized
More for gore or the son of a drug lord, guerrilla radio turn that shit up
a silent play in the shadow of power
Sound off mumia guan be free, what better time than now Radio, guerrilla radio turn that shit up
as the polls close like a casket
Blockin the beltway, a silent play in the shadow of power
an army of pigs try to silence my style
All you pen devils know the trial was vile, who staff the party ranks, all hell can t stop us now
More for gore or the son of a drug lord, all hell can t stop us now Radio, guerrilla radio turn that shit up
way past the days of bombin m.c. s
As the polls close like a casket, or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil
All hell can t stop us now, the bullets and bombs, they hold the reins and stole your eyes
No shelter if you re lookin for shade, off em all out that box
As the polls close like a casket, blockin the beltway Machine, all hell can t stop us now
It has to start somewhere it has to start sometime, guerrilla radio turn that shit up
It has to start somewhere it has to start sometime, transmission third world war third round The, none of the above fuck it cut the cord
Guerrilla radio, what better time than now
On truth devoured, all hell can t stop us now, what better time than now
off em all out that box
Sound off mumia guan be free, who staff the party ranks
Guerrilla radio, the bullets and bombs Rage, a silent play in the shadow of power
contact i highjacked the frequencies
More for gore or the son of a drug lord, was it cast for the mass who burn and toil
An army of pigs try to silence my style, guerrilla radio turn that shit up
An army of pigs try to silence my style, all hell can t stop us now, off em all out that box
Guerrilla radio turn that shit up, it has to start somewhere it has to start sometime
Way past the days of bombin m.c. s, an army of pigs try to silence my style
who stuff the banks
transmission third world war third round