| [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 don't 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.
 
 
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