Y’all can’t handle this
Y’all don’t know what’s about to happen
Communist Party of Chile
Santiago, Santiago boy
But I’m from Parral tho - white boy
[Verse 1: Neruda]
It’s everyday bro
With the Standard Oil Co.
A poet and a communist
It’s been done before
These fascists ruin everything
Your country could be next
These suave capitalists
They be buying Rolex
And they bought the lambo too but
None of it for their crew
Labourers work hard
Who the hell are flippin you?
Keep the money for yourself
Cuz they ain’t with the crew
Yeah I’m talking about you
Obese emperors from New York
Are suave, smiling, assassins
But you still follow them, that’s right
Communism is the solution for our men
And all the women too
You know I’ll tell em’ the truth
In this poem that I wrote
Called the Standard Oil Co.
Chile’s from where I came
But now I live in Spain
The war is causing pain
The soldiers they have slain
They have not died in vain
I have seen their hearts flame
They will come back like rain
Dominating the great plains!
Its everyday comrade
Its everyday comrade
Its everyday comrade
I said its everyday comrade!
[Verse 2: Frederico Garcia Lopez]
You know it’s Federico
And my poems always slay
Yes, I am a commie
And no, I am not from Chile
Spain is my city
And if it weren’t for the commies
Then the world would be gritty
I’m about to go in
‘Cuz you know I stay litty
Ten years ago
Nobody knew your name
And now you’re getting fame
Oh, you’re growing up
You’re only going up
Now, you’re going off
You’re never fallin’ off
Like Whitman, who?
Pushkin who?
Who are you?
All these lovers you ran through
Like a milli every month
Where were they?
Hatin’ you because you’re left wing?
They need to get their views straight
Poems brought you to the top
Now you’re really poppin’ off
Now you can write anything
Because your fans are at your door
You’re sitting at the the top
And we all going
You came to Spain
And you know we all rollin’
We’re communists
We back again, always first, never last
We the future, love poems are the past
It's everyday comrade
It's everyday comrade
It's everyday comrade
I said it is everyday comrade!
(Frederico is killed by Franco)
[Verse 3: Francisco Franco]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Can we switch the party (We gonna hit it)
Hey, you know the name is Sir Francisco Franco
Representing fascism I’m the leader, yo
I’m running all of Spain
After the civil war
I killed all those Republicans that I abhorred
You know I killed that boy Fed Garcia
Cuz he’s a communist, no other reason
I’m coming for you next
Go and get your VISA
It’s your boy Franco, representando España
You are next Neruda
It’s everyday comrade
It’s everyday comrade
It’s everyday comrade
I said it is everyday comrade!
Y’all don’t know what’s about to happen
Communist Party of Chile
Santiago, Santiago boy
But I’m from Parral tho - white boy
[Verse 1: Neruda]
It’s everyday bro
With the Standard Oil Co.
A poet and a communist
It’s been done before
These fascists ruin everything
Your country could be next
These suave capitalists
They be buying Rolex
And they bought the lambo too but
None of it for their crew
Labourers work hard
Who the hell are flippin you?
Keep the money for yourself
Cuz they ain’t with the crew
Yeah I’m talking about you
Obese emperors from New York
Are suave, smiling, assassins
But you still follow them, that’s right
Communism is the solution for our men
And all the women too
You know I’ll tell em’ the truth
In this poem that I wrote
Called the Standard Oil Co.
Chile’s from where I came
But now I live in Spain
The war is causing pain
The soldiers they have slain
They have not died in vain
I have seen their hearts flame
They will come back like rain
Dominating the great plains!
Its everyday comrade
Its everyday comrade
Its everyday comrade
I said its everyday comrade!
[Verse 2: Frederico Garcia Lopez]
You know it’s Federico
And my poems always slay
Yes, I am a commie
And no, I am not from Chile
Spain is my city
And if it weren’t for the commies
Then the world would be gritty
I’m about to go in
‘Cuz you know I stay litty
Ten years ago
Nobody knew your name
And now you’re getting fame
Oh, you’re growing up
You’re only going up
Now, you’re going off
You’re never fallin’ off
Like Whitman, who?
Pushkin who?
Who are you?
All these lovers you ran through
Like a milli every month
Where were they?
Hatin’ you because you’re left wing?
They need to get their views straight
Poems brought you to the top
Now you’re really poppin’ off
Now you can write anything
Because your fans are at your door
You’re sitting at the the top
And we all going
You came to Spain
And you know we all rollin’
We’re communists
We back again, always first, never last
We the future, love poems are the past
It's everyday comrade
It's everyday comrade
It's everyday comrade
I said it is everyday comrade!
(Frederico is killed by Franco)
[Verse 3: Francisco Franco]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Can we switch the party (We gonna hit it)
Hey, you know the name is Sir Francisco Franco
Representing fascism I’m the leader, yo
I’m running all of Spain
After the civil war
I killed all those Republicans that I abhorred
You know I killed that boy Fed Garcia
Cuz he’s a communist, no other reason
I’m coming for you next
Go and get your VISA
It’s your boy Franco, representando España
You are next Neruda
It’s everyday comrade
It’s everyday comrade
It’s everyday comrade
I said it is everyday comrade!
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