| Presto, read the Communist Manifesto |
| Guerillas in the Mix, think of? Byron and Manesto?, so |
| (E-Roc: What a brother with a afro know?) |
| Yo, go and flow for the mack and be the hoe |
| So grow cause the lynchin brothers might get hung |
| Better rip through em from the tip of my mouth/Mao, |
| Say/Tse-Tung/tongue |
| Deficit (money spent) catch the glint |
| (E-Roc: of my nine as they cut welfare twenty-five percent) |
| And I descent, as I clench and raise my fist |
| (We did away with, that) so you could get with this |
| Here’s a twist cause we’ll overthrow like Kwame N’Krumah |
| Spread around the workers as if it were a, vicious rumor |
| Pam, cuts a record like a surgeon cuts a tumor from a brain |
| (E-Roc: We’re all cooped up so feel the pain) |
| From four hundred years of exploitation |
| Anesthesia provided by your local TV station |
| Patience is not a virtue (I ain’t waitin) |
| Turn this shit over like Bush did a boatload of Haitians |
| How now Brown Cow I’m down with the Mau Mau |
| Clown downtown tried to put us in the dog pound |
| Like H. Rap Brown with the situation |
| (Won't get no callouses) cause I’m spittin dialectical analysis |
| So how is this, we never had no Funk |
| Until you found out that I turned to revolutionary hunk |
| (Chump!) Bump you over like dominoes, rat |
| (E-Roc: So free Geronimo Gi Jaga Pratt!) |
| Lyrics hear it fear it can’t get near it |
| Got a sample didn’t clear it |
| Point Blank says, «Fuck five-oh!» That’s the spirit |
| Cheer it, spat out, the fat that I consumed |
| Knew that I was doomed since my date of birth |
| To be the wretched of the earth, never had a Dream that was American |
| (The golden? leg to chair again?) Despair again |
| (But that ain’t nuthin new) Told the streets were paved with gold |
| Whoever paved that shit got minimum wage too! |
| «Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?» (repeat 3X) |
| «Do you understand, do you understand…» |
| (E-Roc: Gunned us, stunned us) exploited and they hung us |