Immortal Technique ~ Rich Man’s World

Music for the Evolution of Consciousness

[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
Fucking 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, pour out a little Louie the
Thirteenth, Jack Abramoff, hold ya head, my Rothschild niggas, LET’S

[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 whip miss 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)

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 don’t pay em to fuck, I pay em to leave)

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 speaking
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!)

You know my CEO masonic steeez cheese
Only little people pay all these taxes and fees
Since you were born we controlled 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