Immortal Technique - Reverse Pimpology lyrics

(Verse 1) I'd rather be rich and unhappy Than broke and miserable Cause the game don't give a f** if you're lyrical And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal You can hate me all you like, but you worship the principle I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they pimping you All up in the hood like McDonald's and liquor Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure n***a (Woo) You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly 'Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over And numbers don't lie, unless we do Bush and Gore over Freemarkets make money disingenuously But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry Smart n***a from the hood, p**y, what type of crime is that? But execs are like, "You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?" (Stupid) (Hook) This is how pimps get pimped And players get played Rich people get robbed and Broke n***as paid New York, London, Chicago, Philly and LA Miami, DC, B-more and out in the bay (Verse 2) Show me a pretty girl with the world stuck to her And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of f**ing her Lots of n***as' girls is someone else's one night stand I probably made some b**hes nervous listening with they man (haha) And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, f** you What you think Revolutionaries don't like to f** too? You just gotta beware of dangerous couchi Cover ya head like a kufi Some rappers think they live in a movie Until they get herpes and clap from a groupie And I don't need to shout you out, n***a, you know who you be Most people are only players 'cause they got played And have not let go of that sh** since the 7th grade Yeah, you got your heart broke, life s**s doesn't it? But you shouldn't f** up somebody else's life because of it Somebody did your mother like that, that's why you fatherless Before jail and racist cops, that's what the problem is (Hook) This is how pimps get pimped And players get played Beautiful women get cheated on And gangsters sprayed Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta Texas, Vegas, Seattle and f**ing Louisiana (Verse 3) I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a back packer (Hahaha) I'm not a whack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor I treat labels like the projects, 'cause I'm a hater Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator Cater the hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers Bootleg my own album to reach customers Every city, state and country, the hood love me Even Aborigines in Australia bump me They say underground fans are all the color of talcum But who the f** you think buy 50 and Jay albums? Who the f** you think made Snoop and Dre platinum? Call up any major record label and ask them But there's some devils in disguise in hip hop That belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slip Knot You a p**y acting hard like a b**h cop I drop you to the floor, like a reverse wrist lock Eat your food and sh** on you, like a highway pit stop And make revolutionaries out of kids that used to flip rocks The government pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq And history repeats itself right on track (How?) First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (Why?) Cause it's funny, motherf**ers don't see it come around again