Rich Man’s World [1%] lyrics

[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 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!

[Verse 1]

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 benefits

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!)

[Hook]

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

[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 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!)

[Hook 2]

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

[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 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!)

[Hook 3]

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

• Artist:Immortal Technique
• Album:The Matyr