Rich Man's World (1%) Lyrics - The Martyr - Immortal Technique

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 your 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! 

[1st Verse] 

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 Gs 

So if I'm ever in court, my assets will never freeze 

[2nd Verse] 

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 struggling 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 indited 

Cause they don't want my dirty laundry aired when I'd 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 (SHEEEEEEIIIIITTT!) 

All of this 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 ya 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 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 have them rap the fucking words 

[3rd Verse] 

Yacht in the ocean, coastin' with the sails out 

Hey America, thanks for the bailouts 

I made off with the Banco Ambrosiano 

Got away scot-free like Il 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 

E-mail, Facebook, and the shit you tweet 

All the phone companies, so I heard you speakin' 

My suggestion is your correction 

No elections, sex with no affection 

No invention of benefit to 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 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 control 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 president's are a face of a nation 

I put 'em all way off, end of the conversation!