Everyday I wish that marx would rise from the grave
With his g lenin, then the bourgeoisie will all pay
With their blood when they get the guillotine to their neck
I wont stop killing til all of them are dead

Rich niggas do sales, well their body's ten percent off
Tryna steal this bread from my workers fuck off
When we gain consciousness we can't be stopped
We riot against everything, and fight with the cops

The material conditions that have been established
Mean that we don't want to see you sit around and chat shit
If I catch them niggas stealing surplus value
I'll kick them in the face until they asses turn blue

Fuck with the proletariat you can get that
ammo to the back of your head from my MAC
To get down with the proles fam you gotta be a Marxist
Please get the fuck away if you ain't far left