Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Merge on the networks Slangin' nerve gas Up jump the boogie then bang Let 'em hang While the paranoid Try to stuff the void Let's capture this AM mayhem Undressed and blessed by the Lord The power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord Shock around the clock, from noon 'til noon Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into the womb Terror's the product ya push Well, I'm a truth addict Aw shit, I got a headrush! Sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats Undressed and blessed by the Lord The same devil that ran around Managua with a sword Check out the new style that Ollie found A tune with a bullet, to shut down the devil sound! Shut down the devil sound! The program of Vietnow Shut down the devil sound! Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum Fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil angels lists Hittin' the AM playlist Paid to say this That one inhuman Illegal, single, woman The one without a movement The transmissions whippin' our backs Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacey Koon and Terror's tha product ya push Well, I'm a truth addict Aw shit, I got a headrush! The sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats One caution, the mic's a detonator unwound To shut down the devil sound! Shut down the devil sound! Check the heads bow in Vietnow Shut down the devil sound! Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god

Uhh Ayy, yo, it's just another bombtrack, uh Ayy, yo, it's just another bombtrack, yeah It goes a one, two, three Yeah, and it's just another bombtrack And suckers be thinkin' that they can fake this But I'ma drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down, hand out some beatdowns Could run a train on punk fools that think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete at a level that's obsolete Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall the downfall and the businesses that burnt us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn (yes, you're gonna) Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn It goes a one, two, three, another funky, radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant, militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn (yes, you're gonna) Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Uhh Hey, yo, it's just another bombtrack, yeah Check it out Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn

Uh Pump, pump, woo! Come on Uh Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah Come on The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sendin' us to early graves for all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away, get in front of it Brother, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on Doesn't that make it three in a row? (Anger is a gift) Come on Uh Drop that Uh Come on Yeah Uh Brother, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on 'Cause you know they're counting backwards to zero Environment, the environment exceeding On the level of our unconsciousness For example, what does the billboard say? "Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement" (Anger is a gift) Yeah Uh Aw, bring that shit in Uh Hey Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right