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Track: Guerrilla Radio
Artist: Rage Against The Machine
Album: The Battle Of Los Angeles

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Name: Rage Against The Machine
Spotify Genres: rap metal, rap rock, alternative metal, nu metal
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American alternative / funk metal / modern rock band formed in 1991 in Los Angeles, California (often abbreviated as RATM, R.A.T.M. or shortened to Rage). They are noted for their blend of hip hop, heavy metal, punk and funk as well as their revolutionary politics and lyrics. They split up in October 2000 after Zack de la Rocha decided to leave the band for a solo career, the rest of the members of the band joined [a=Audioslave] (formed by [a=Soundgarden]'s frontman [a=Chris Cornell]). After seven years of absence, Rage Against The Machine reunited in 2007 for a number of shows. In 2017, the band members other than Zack de la Rocha formed the supergroup Prophets of Rage with [a=Public Enemy]'s Chuck D and DJ Lord and [a=Cypress Hill]'s B-Real. After the announcement of RATM's return in 2019, Prophets Of Rage was disbanded, although the band's second reunion ended in January 2024.

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Release: Rage Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio
Year: 1999
Genres: Rock
Styles: Hard Rock

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LYRICS

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 the polls close like a casket, on truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised

Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes, a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the Fist-a-gons, the 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 hijacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway, move on DC!
Way past the days of bombin' MCs'
Sound off, Mumia go on be free!
Who got 'em? Yo, check the federal file
All you pendejos know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box, it's my radio dial!

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!
Turn that shit up!

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here?
What better time than 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