We’re a record label now.
skit: yo nigga, fuck Gangster Bolshevism. We on that pat Buchanan shit nigga.
Fuck that nigga Daryl B too. We talk shit on him on the internet.
Daryl : Fuck you, gangster Bolshevism.
I’ll feed you to the rats like my idol Richard Kuklinski
Chorus: Feudalism – People are sold as property.
Capitalism – Exchange through gold and currency.
Socialism : Working class in power, a monopoly.
Communism: The dollar bill will cower. Drop the D.
Verse 1 : Announcing my policy on the MIC
Bitch, this is my centralized committee.
For the professional revolutionary.
I’m dictating, like Genghis Kahn or Mussolini.
Speaking the truth. My name ain’t il duce.
Stealin currency from the bourgeois sweet tooth.
Proletarian power, society’s cancer.
Move to different stages. I’m the advancer.
Abolish your life and wages, astronomically.
Technocracy and class struggle, do this methodically.
Convert the mode of production.But for now we’re happy cash smugglin.
Juggle-in cash on the black market.
gangster Bolshevism, ain’t charity.
I’m not wide-eyed like Kim jong il, RIP,
but I see the transparity.
I want to run the gulags, through my PC.
Pull you L.i.F.E.
On my key-board when I press delete.
I kill more than a test file, I kill the bourgeiouse(ze).
facilitatin the idolation of many other dictators.
self-destructive, I’m the masochistic rhyme spitter.
I’m a slav with some Jewish blood, that ain’t bullshit either.
Gangster Bolshevism, more wicked than Hitler.
First let’s reminiscence in the era of the feudalist.
If you NEW TO THIS area keep your plantation arable.
i’d start as a serf and end up ruling like Ivan the Terrible.
Big D : King of the ring.
Disrespect the system and cheat the class enemy
with a fake identity.
You can’t rise without blood ties
but if I didn’t have them, I’d tell lies.
And say I did, make the impression.
Nail in the coffin for anyone who questioned,
teach them a quick lesson.
You gettin the smithin wesson.
with my opponents removed, nobody will be guessin.
Most lords of the serfs guard their turf
for whatever it is worth.
I stay loyal to the peasant, push for free enterprise.
Capitalism may itself require remedy but the royal family don’t trust me.
Gotta emplower the rest of society.
I stick with the population
cuz the nobles hate me and I hate em.
Even though I am running the baddest plantation.
We’re back in the capitalist phase.
Break the rules, make our wage.
Like termites, take down society.
The rules of the game call for competition.
Work the system.
make cash but never fit in.
to the bourgeois class.
Check your mentality.
Style anti-social. Don’t fellow the bourgeois legality.
Get your own. Get ahead, like a broken metronome.
The goal is socialism. not utopian hopin like u stoned.
No matter what mode of production.
I’ll always be a hustler. Get that right.
Satan is my guiding light.
Today you bleed illegally.
After revolution, I’ll kill you constitutionally.
Break the law. Don’t get caught.
Make the law. Force has begot who’s in charge and who’s not.
The government has no legitimacy.
On its claims of morality.
Fuck this disgustin filthy system.
But while i’m here, I’ll get some.
let’s get ready for transition
organize the vanguard party
call for revolution.
Socialism follows capitalism
working class activism
Political rules of proletariat class.
Technical limitation prevent communism full initiation.
This stage is bloody. Tussle based on ideology.
Nothing done subtlety (suddly). stalinist purges happen suddenly.
The political struggle urges on with intensity.
A type of rule that resembles the mob in its propensity.
The bourgeoisie want a capitalist relapse to the past.
We organize along productive lines
to get society ready for communism at a future time.
This is the stage where I cock my nine.
Threw you in the gulags. Then make you blind.
Do my labor, bourgeois scum, as I say.
Or I’ll let the trigger spray.
(click click) motherfucker, get out of my way.
motherfucker , you talk shit but you afraid.
Break out the inmates,
throw the judges and guards in jail gates.
Take over we’re free
Put Richard Ramizrez and Gary Ridgway in my army.
The blood flows down my bourgeois opponents.
The highest duty is to unload a clip.
Click Click, I’m firing at a women, fuck a bitch
The slavery of feudalism looked like this,
but the people doing my labor used to be rich.
we’re not in communism but in preparation.
For that to come, there’s work to be done
and ideas to be discovered
like your mother’s corpse that I uncovered.
We’re in the communist phase,
Futuristic, like outer space.
No more money
but I’ll make you go hungry.
Society is organized
along economic lines
If you don’t kiss my ass, you lose your lives, the vitals left behind.
Total power, domination is the target.
We’ve abolished currency but I still play the black market.
Gangster Bolshevism, I still hord my stash.
After society has made obsolete the need for cash
Don’t need to keep a case.
Wave my dough right in your face.
The underground racket, that’s what cash can get.
We’ve said screw feudalism
now a new communism
all through the prism
of the dictatorship of the proletariat.
we’ve overproduced, no problem to feed you like the poison that speeds through your beef stew when you eat through food by my people. (peep pul)
We’ve manufactured weapons to make you bleed too.
Indeed, that’s what we do.
Think you’re safe cuz you’ve got material.
But we’ve got political power like pot pot, year zero.
Throw you in the trash.
Just like the last man who who got a blast, he fell in the can.
The previous ruling class piling up fast.
An overwhelming supply of resources makes ownership unnecessary.
I own everything and your life too, don’t mess with me or step to me.
Like magic, I’m a genie.
Snap your fingers
or suck cyanide.
Cuz that’s how I ride.
There ain’t no dissent.
Gangster Bolshevism, that’s how we represent.