Immortal Technique - Rich Man’s World (1%) lyrics

You get up and howl
About America and democracy
There is no America, there is no democracy
We no longer live in a
World of nations and ideologies
The world is a college of corporations
Inexorably determined by the immutable
Bylaws of business the world is a business
And I have chosen you to preach this evangel

For all my free market, health care-robbing
Stock-stealing, retirement fund
Fuckin'-with niggas
Fuck you little credit card-scamming
Jewelry-stealing
Crack-selling, liquor store-robbing
Motherfuckers!
Shout out to the homies Carnegie
OG Willy Randolph Hearst, Farouk
Rockefeller – the real Rockefeller
My main bitch Leona


Pour out a little Louis the 13th
Scott Rothstein, Jack Abramoff, hold ya head
My Rothschild niggas: Let's get this money!

I spend my day pairin' America overseas
Pension for the workers, nigga please
Embezzlement etiquette, private settlement
I'm better with confederate rhetoric
From my mansion in Connecticut
Foreclose, evict hoes out of tenement
I twist words like a speech impediment
I hope you got good credit, bitch
If not, better get a new job with benefit's
While I play golf with niggas
I get cheddar with
New money buys brand new carats
My old money bought your great grandparents
You got grills in your mouth
I ain't mad at ya
I own every goldmine in South Africa
Thanks, baby, you made me a billion
Plus I own a building
For each one of my children's
Children that's the shit
Snort coke in the whip
Miss USA suckin' my dick
Yeah, what! Fuck the law
‘cause real jail is for suckas
I go to country club prison
You dumb motherfuckers
(I am the 1 percent, fuckin' bitch)

You know my CEO, corporate steeze, please
Overthrow governments overseas in a breeze
Politicians in my pockets for
A few hundred G's so if I'm ever in court
My assets'll never freeze

I got a job and a house and a bank account
When I'm out
I doubt that's something you can say
And if not then I'll fake
Death like Kenneth Lay
Make money everyday the world
Burns on it's axis
While y'all strugglin' to pay taxes
I'm gettin' my money the fastest
Memos and faxes, shredded up documents
Slush funds through the corrupt continents
But they don't want me indicted
‘Cause they don't want my dirty laundry
Aired when I fight it
Don't get my lawyers excited
‘Cause what good is a law
If you can't rewrite it?
I got CIA traitors, dictators
So fuck y'all whistleblowers and haters!
(Sheeeiiitt) I'll invest money from al-Qaeda
In the bank 9 11 widows go to later
Capitalism's who I pray to
Fuck the state of the world money talks
So what the fuck I need to say to your girl?
(I don't pay them to fuck
I pay them to leave)

You know my CEO, corporate steeze, greed
I treat countries like the IMF
Down on your knees
Real gangstas run the world
Fuck what you believe
I'll cut down a forest while
You niggas burnin' some trees
I'll get your family murdered for
A couple of G's
‘Cause your working class money
Ain't fuckin' with me
You think rappers are rich ‘cause
Of songs you heard?
My labels make the money and
Haven't rapped a fuckin' word

Yacht in the ocean
Coastin' with the sails out
Hey, America, thanks for the bailouts
I made off with the Banco Ambrosiano
Got away scott-free like El Vaticano
Activists act a bitch, get mad at me
‘Cause of my tax-free charity
80 percent to the staff and company
And 20 percent to the homeless and hungry
The country gotta pay the Fed Reserve
Kick back to the banksters
Haven't you learned?
You protest cops or patrols on the street
But I bought city hall, so I own the police
Email, Facebook, and the shit you tweet
All the phone companies, so I heard you speak
And my suggestion is your correction
No elections, sex with no affection
No invention will benefit the world of man
Will exist 'til I've got the
Money in my hand
World Bank interest rate damn
Rape on the spot
But I'm a gangsta, you gon' take
My money, like it or not, nigga
(I got your country in my pocket
Motherfucker)

You know my CEO, masonic steeze, cheese
Only little people pay all
These taxes and fees since you were born
We've controlled what you watch and you read
And pretty soon we're gonna own the
Fuckin' air that you breathe
I take what I want, fucker
I don't have to say please
I convince you that it's good for you
Take it and leave
You think presidents are a face of a nation?
I put 'em all where they are
End of the conversation