Transmission
third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of
sound above ground
no shelter
if you’re looking for shade
I lick shots at
the brutal charade
As tha polls close
like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the
shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera’s eye
on choice disguised
Was it cast for
the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures
who thirst for blood and oil
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins
and stole your eyes
The fistagons 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
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Contact I highjacked
the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
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