turn that shit up

lights out
guerrilla radio
turn that shit up

lights out guerrilla radio

yes its the funk demonic
style bionic
fucking up your mainstream phonics
mic shine like the tail of a comet
style sick make a maggot up and vomit
up after the end of the brutal pagent
of those who bleed behind lines on the back page
i'm pulling bodies from the wreckage of this tabloid age
Let the DC misfits
Assemble the press kit
Hope a nigga play the charade to fool the man
i heard nothing about what you were stunting
as they storm the Tomahawk into the soil of Sudan
roll the tape back see what i did
adverb
burn a smoke
blood and air for the blues
got the post
stop
the seat got hot
now its time to put the missiles on cruise

lights out
guerrilla radio
turn that shit up

godless without a master my leg shot
i be the fuel, the fuse and the flame
gotta get a little bit into brit funk
mick jagger still trying to guess my name
to abort the abandon
thats the function of war
yes understand it
bury those
they won their blood
a weapon slanger
world gangbanger

lights out
guerrilla radio
turn that shit up

for god's great glory
an all powerful being
i see a fire for the sinners:
the forgotten remains

lights out
guerrilla radio
turn that shit up

all hell can't stop us now
all hell can't stop us now
all hell can't stop us now
all hell can't stop us now
all hell can't stop us now
all hell can't stop us now
all hell can't stop us now
all hell can't stop us now

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