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Transmission third world war, third
A decade of the weapon of sound ground
Ain't no if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal

As the polls close like a casket on devoured
A play on the shadow of power
A monopolized
The eye on choice disguised

Lights out, radio
that shit up
Lights out, Guerilla
that shit up

Was it cast for the mass who burn and
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and
A spectacle
They hold the and stole your eyes

The fistagons, bullets and
Who staff the banks? Who the party ranks?
More for or the son of the drug Lord
of the above, fuck it, cut the cord

Lights out, Guerilla
that shit up
Lights out, Guerilla
Turn that up

Lights out, radio
Turn shit up

Guerilla
it now