you got this, pedro… ain’t nuthin to it but to do it.
pretend you smoked some old pot while stationed in belize
and then you ate a cold pot of cheddar mac 'n cheese
and then you changed to pol pot in levis dungarees
and now you’re spittin protocols
in posts at ILP
tell em how you abolish private property, landlords and they rent
how you throw them niggas in the gulag, make em live in a tent
raise them taxes and obligatory labor
force them capitalists to give up they paper
make education compulsory and stable
demystify the myth of cain and abel
hit em with some feuerbach
how god is a projection
of the human psyche
and if they call you an infidel
ax ‘hey, ya’ll don’t like me’?
tell em you tryin’ to liberate niggas from they fear of god
iconaclastic killer of spooks
like your name’s general zod
superman, i defy you!
don’t let nuthin’ get by you
knockin’ religions out the box
like the fuckin red sox
fuck them niggas, they need to know the troof
assassinatin’ false beliefs
like your name was wilkes booth
opiate of the masses, my asses
make them niggas take classes
on materialism and economics
on lunch break smoke some chronic
college tuition? it ain’t loaned
boring classrooms? we gets stoned
need a doctor? not an issue
gotta cry? here’s a tissue
no more class antagonisms
complete brotherhood
loan your bike to a stranger
like you know you should
it’s second nature
we don’t even think about it anymore
nigga need a ride, here’s my bike
and he’s out the door
but he better bring it back
this ain’t no utopian society
i bust a nigga in his nose
if the muthafucka lie to me
so write a little red book for total indoctrination
chairman pedro I rengel
benevolent dictator
of a whole fuckin nation
got posters of pedro in schools, subways and museums
when niggas ride by they point: ‘did you see him?!’
friend of labor and workers
try to exploit em, he’ll stop ya
leading workers in strikes
like your name’s jimmy hoffa
stop playin’ my nigga and recognize your potential
you come from venezuela so you got the credentials