Rich Man's World Lyrics - Immortal Technique
  Arthur Jensen: "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" 
 
Immortal Technqiue:  
For all my free market, healthcare robbing, stock stealing, retirement fund 
Fucker with  niggas. Fuck your little credit card scammin, jewlery stealing, 
Crack selling, liquor store  robbing mother fuckers (Its a rich mans world) 
Hahahaha. Shout to the homies, Carnegie, OG,  Willie Randolf Hearst, 
Rockefeller, the real Rockefeller, my main bitch Leona, little Louie  the 
Thirteenth, Jack Abramoff, hold ya head, my red child niggers, LET'S 
GET THIS MONEY  
 
[Verse 1: Immortal Technique] 
I spend my day repping america overseas 
Pensions  for the workers? nigga please 
Embezzlement etiquette private settlement 
I'm better with  confederate rhetoric from my mansion in connecticut 
Foreclose and evict homes at the tenement  
I twist words like a speech inpedIment 
I hope you got good credit bitch 
If not better  get a new job with benefits 
When I play golf with niggasii get cheddar with 
New money buys  brand new karats 
My old money bought your great grand parents 
You got grills in ya mouth I  ain't mad at ya 
I own every gold mine 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 wet mist USA sucking my dick 
Yea what fuck the law 'cus real jail is for suckas 
I  go to country club prison you dumb mother fuckers 
(I am the 1% fucking bitch) 
 
[Hook]  
You know my CEO corporate steeez please 
Overthrow governments overseas in a breeze  
Politicians in my pocket for a few hundred Gs 
So if I'm never in court my assets a never  freeze 
 
[Verse 2: Immortal Technique] 
I got a job and house and a bank account  
When I'm out I doubt that's something you could say 
And if not then I fake death like  Kenneth Lay 
Make money every day the world burns 
Wanna tax us while y'all struggle to pay  taxes 
I'm getting 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 traders, dictators so fuck y'all whistleblowers and  haters 
(Its a rich mans world) Shiiieeeaaat 
I'll invest money from Al Qaeda 
In the  bank 911 widows go to later 
Capitalism so I pray to fuck the state of the world 
Money  talks so what the fuck I need to say to ya girl 
(I donit pay em to fuck, I pay em to live)  
 
[Hook] 
You know my CEO corporate steeez greed 
I'll treat countries like the IMF  down on your knees 
Real gangsters run the world fuck what you believe 
I'll cut down the  forest while y'all niggas burning some trees 
I'll get your family murdered for a couple of Gs  
'Cause your working class money ain't fucking with me 
You think rappers are rich 'cause of  songs you heard? 
My labels make the money and haven't rapped a fucking word 
 
[Verse 3:  Immortal Technique] 
Y'all in the ocean coastin' with the sails out 
Hey America thanks for  the bailouts 
I made off at the banco ambrosiano 
Got away scott free like el Vaticano  
Acitvists activist get mad at me 
'Cause I'm a tax free charity 
80% to the staff and  company 
And 20% 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 
On the phone  companies so I heard you speak 
My suggestion is no correction no elections, sex with no  affection 
No invention would benefit the world of man 
Will exist till I got the money in  my hand 
World bank, interest rate damn rape on the spot 
But I'm a gangster you gon' take  my money like it or not, nigga 
(I got your country in my pocket, motherfucker! ) 
  
[Hook] 
You know my CEO masonic steeez cheese 
Only little people pay all these taxes  and fees 
Since you were born we control what you watch and you read 
And pretty soon were  gonna own the fucking air that you breathe 
I take what I want fucker I don't have to say  please 
I'll convince you that it's good for you, take it and leave 
You think presidents  are the face of a nation 
I put em all where they are, end of the conversation 
 
Hahaha  
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Immortal Technique - Rich Man's World Lyrics
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