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

As the polls close like a on truth devoured
A silent play on the of power
A monopolized
The camera's eye on disguised

Lights out, radio
Turn shit up
Lights out, Guerilla
Turn shit up

Was it cast for the who burn and toil
Or for the vultures who for blood and oil?
A monopolized
They the reins and stole your eyes

The fistagons, and bombs
Who the banks? Who staff the party ranks?
More for Gore or the son of the drug
None of the above, it, cut the cord

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

out, Guerilla radio
Turn shit up

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