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letra de rich man's world (1%) - immortal technique

[sample]
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

[intro]
for all my free market, health care-robbing
stock-stealing, retirement fund f-ckin’-with n-ggas
f-ck you little credit card-scamming, jewelry-stealing
crack-selling, liquor store-robbing motherf-ckers!
shout out to the homies carnegie, og w-lly randolph hearst, farouk, rockefeller – the real rockefeller
my main b-tch leona, pour out a little louis the 13th
scott rothstein, jack abramoff, hold ya head
my rothschild n-ggas: let’s get this money!

[verse 1]
i spend my day pairin’ america overseas
pension for the workers, n-gga 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, b-tch
if not, better get a new job with benefits
while i play golf with n-ggas 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 sh-t
snort c0ke in the whip, miss usa suckin’ my d-ck
yeah, what! f-ck the law, ‘cause real jail is for suckas
i go to country club prison, you dumb motherf-ckers
(i am the 1 percent, f-ckin’ b-tch!)

[hook]
you know my ceo, corporate st–ze, 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 -ssets’ll never freeze

[verse 2]
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 its axis
while y’all strugglin’ to pay taxes
i’m gettin’ my money the fastest
memos and faxes, shredded up doc-ments
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 f-ck 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, f-ck the state of the world
money talks, so what the f-ck i need to say to your girl?
(i don’t pay them to f-ck, i pay them to leave!)

[hook 2]
you know my ceo, corporate st–ze, greed
i treat countries like the imf, down on your knees
real gangstas run the world, f-ck what you believe
i’ll cut down a forest while you n-ggas burnin’ some trees
i’ll get your family murdered for a couple of g’s
‘cause your working cl-ss money ain’t f-ckin’ with me
you think rappers are rich ‘cause of songs you heard?
my labels make the money and haven’t rapped a f-ckin’ word

[verse 3]
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 b-tch, 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 sh-t you tweet
all the phone companies, so i heard you speak
and my suggestion is your correction
no elections, s-x 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 d-mn rape on the spot
but i’m a gangsta, you gon’ take my money, like it or not, n-gga
(i got your country in my pocket, motherf-cker!)

[hook 3]
you know my ceo, masonic st–ze, 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 f-ckin’ air that you breathe
i take what i want, f-cker, 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

- immortal technique

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