[Verse 1]

Presto, read the Communist Manifesto

Guerillas in the midst, a Guevara named Ernesto, so

(E-Roc: What a brother with a Afro know?)

Yell go and flow for the mack and we're the ho

So grow cause the lynching brothers might get hung

Rhetoric flowing from the tip of my Mao Tse Tung

Deficit (E.R.: money spent) catch the glint

(E.R.: of my 9 as they cut welfare 25%)

And I dissent, as I clench and raise my fist

(E.R.: 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 wealth as if it were a vicious rumor

Pam cuts a record like a surgeon cuts a tumor from a brain

(E.R.: We’re all cooped up so feel the pain)

From 400 years of exploitation

Anesthesia provided by your local TV station

Patience is not a virtue (E.R.: I ain’t waiting)

Turn this shit over like Bush did a boatload of Haitians

[Verse 2]

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

(E.R.: Won’t get no callouses) cause I’m spitting dialectical analysis

So how is this, we never had no funk

Until you found out that our joints are revolutionary, huh?

(E.R.: Chump!) bump you over like dominoes, rat

(E.R.: 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 5-0!" 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

(E.R.: There go that lady chair again) despair again

(E.R.: But that ain’t nothing new)

Told the streets were paved with gold

Whoever paved that shit got minimum wage too!

Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?

(E.R.: Gunned us, stunned us) exploited and they hung us

I’d like to take a moment to say, fuck Columbus!

(E.R.: Millions off my back) the black on black crisis is a myth

The crack that did the damage (E.R.: was the one from the whip)

The record skip, the record skip, the record skip *scratch*

The record skips, cause my voice is kinda scratchy

From yelling, "don't shoot!" when 5-0 comes to harass me

They never pass me, no one to go and tail bro

(E.R.: Trying to kill the movement with the new COINTELPRO)

Leaders they killed, if I said it, it would threaten em

They only see my back because I’m three steps ahead of em

We’re not falling in the slot you slated

(E.R.: We realize that our power’s nickel-plated)

Masses move as well as asses do, class is through

Our time is over, past it’s due

(E.R.: And you still wanna know) the origin of the flow

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