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1. References coming out the wazoo here baby. The plight of the working class aka the proletariat, Marx and his manifesto, a rump government, re-taking the motherland, seizing the means of production, etc. 2. Double these entendres son. “Take the party line”, a reference to the Communist Party line and also doing blow with a fine honey in da clurb. “Seize the means of production”, both a tenet of communism and how to pour a beverage at the Top Marx. 3. Speaks for itself. Wrap you eardomes around that hot sexy chorus

1. Vocoders/Autotune: A classic for any club track and it's not just because I cannae sing in any type of tune no sir no way. Think of Black Eyed Peas The E.N.D. all auto-tune all bangers. 2. The beat is phat. Okay 81bpm might some an unlikely tempo for a club hit but it worked for Chingy and it worked for us. Sometimes you need a slow jam ya know? 3. Drops+Silence. I chucked some noice sub drops in there and also that switch-up between the chorus and second verse *chefs kiss* 4. Energy rests: both times before that chorus came in I gave the crowd a bit of time to collect themselves before hitting back into it. And oh shit is that a sample of Karl Marx's Das Kapital?? The working class people LOVE Das Kapital in the club. 5. Door bell sample. THat weird pirate sounding tune? Actually a chime from a new doorbell I bought that my wife immediately rejected for being too annoying. But what gets people out of their seat quicker than a doorbell? Oh shit, is that Australia Post at the door?? I better hurry before they leave that stupid "Sorry we missed you card" and now I have to go all the way down to the local post office, but it's one of those strange franchise ones that's never open at a convenient time. So now I have to take off work to get my package. You get it right? 6. Oh dang I was supposed to mix up the drums... Um see that bit between the first verse and chorus? Yea half-time drums. I did it. Check that box! 10/10. Also switching from drums to no drums I reckon is considered changing the groove. It goes from groove to no groove. Changed!

It was word how we met, huh?
I was on the verge of tears making bets cos
I was in debt, bruh, when her silhouette was
Looming large over me and I was dead drunk, clad in magenta

She leaned down and she offered a hand
She said I know a place where we can re-take the motherland
There’s a great man, you should read his festo, man I
Got right up and left, cos tonight the plan’s

Changed, she’s strange and I follow but I know why
If I said I wasn’t fully torqued by her norks that would be a lie
She real fit, and I need that, I think I’mma pre-jac
Ulate, the state should be eliminated

Proletariat rise up, weird what an odd thought
To have when I’m following this bird, I forgot
What she said when we first met, what she remarked
But there was sparks, now we’re here at the club, Top Marx

Welcome to Top Marx
No private property here, so pour a beer, seize the means of production
Welcome to Top Marx
The proletariat barely clad, Communists in this bitch we’re wearing nothing
Welcome to Top Marx
The only struggle this class has is filling a glass between the buxom
Ladies, babies getting made it’s a scene of seduction
Here at the Top Marx, we seize the means of production

She said take the party line, Frank
Then she handed me a rolled note and I domed coke from a dimebag
We’re sipping fine yak, while the working class crew are just working ass to undermine cap-

Italism, cos it’s a prison, but tonight we’re getting bougie
it’s like a movie, titties and ass is juicy,
Oh my GAWD getting ready to DROP some nice googs
And I’m quite cooked, a terrible sushi

I’m getting woozy with these hoes all around me
And I’m not being gross, we got a patch out the back, fertile ground, b
Labour in the fields, rotating all the yields
So the hops drop strong and the bottle’s real fancy

So pour a drank of that clear stuff
And touch butts with the buds in the best damn beer club
This is the real rump government in exile
So come to Top Marx, you’ll be here for a while

Welcome to Top Marx
No private property here, so pour a beer, seize the means of production
Welcome to Top Marx
The proletariat barely clad, Communists in this bitch we’re wearing nothing
Welcome to Top Marx
The only struggle this class has is filling a glass between the buxom
Ladies, babies getting made it’s a scene of seduction
Here at the Top Marx, we seize the means of production