heyamama

Heya mama ma heyama
Heya mama ma heyama
Heya mama ma heyama
I've got the music in me

I've got the music in me, deep in me
And I'll never feel alone
I've got the music in me, deep in me
Let it goin' on and on

On our mission to no man's land
We followed the traces in the sand to a
Land, never seen before
without mountains and valleys and lakes without shores
All my friends disappeared
Being alone that's all they feared
Transformed by a metamorphosis
A matter of time and I'll be like this
In the dark there's shining an invisible
Light, cold and bright through the night
Made by an enemy or made by a friend
What does it mean, I can't understand
The drums are calling boom, boom, boom
I'm ready to rumble, when the fight resumes
Left alone on my own, I'm
Captured in a danger zone

Hundreds of voices in the deep dark night
Searching for a light, avoiding the fight
I feel there is someone else beside me
around the tree, mysteriously
Time is running fast, I'm the last of the past,
Time is running fast, I'm the last
I hear the ticking of a bomb inside my head
Tic tac, tic tac waiting for the big attack
I'm the last survivor of the expedition
Of a mission, into a no man's land
Like explorers, like strangers
We saw shades of a dwarf but didn't see the danger
Surrounded by a groove I was hypnotised
Tried to run away but my feet didn't move
Left alone on my own, I'm
Captured in a danger zone

guerilla radio

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in 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 fistagons 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 guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
Army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now