Their first album opens with:

Presto, read the Communist Manifesto.

Guerillas in the mist, a Guevara named Ernesto, so

(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 Mao Tse-tung.