Tap tap tap on that ass. Mabozza Richi on the mic! Introducing the Earl E-Bird Ryzing! [squawk] Milady Malady drop that hook: let’s cook! [hook, sung by Milady Malady, a very sexy lady with a throaty, mocking quality to her voice] Class rules everything around me Put jam on top of my cream Wealthy gents have breeding and money So they’re better than the great unclean [verse, rapped by Earl E-Bird Ryzing, a raucous multitonal rapper with a heavily mannered accent and a dynamic flow] I grew up on the time side. The old money grind side. My second cousin, was my bride! !! Corn fed, Nanny raised; didn’t see mother for days. ! Pulled up my boot straps and I made my way. ! Inherit acres on acres, 8 figures on paper, ! My community’s gated: we inflate real ! Estate rates ! In your area! social barrier! buy your place! then I’ll never collect the rent late. Can’t pay? Then we’ll take it away. Your stuff’s great! Hey - listen, There’s no vision in Just sitting and wishing you’d made different decisions The deck was always stacked against you, you’ve been missin the privilege. We’re on a twisted mission to restrict your permission to be remiss when we inevitably bring to fruition Our plan is this: ban on slaving relaxed, this time we tie it to tax, [kaching] so you can only tell a freeman by the stamp from his bank. Low class: show ass, buy gas, and don’t sass. pay us for the app that lets you access your cash. But spend it, don’t save - Think of all the things you crave, Just try and keep enough to pay to put you in your grave. [hook] Class rules everything around me Put jam on top of my cream Wealthy gents have breeding and money So they’re better than the great unclean [verse, rapped by Mabozza Richi, who is extremely cool and laid back, with a very smooth flow] Did you miss me? It’s Mabozza Richi Just gotta say my name and all the ladies itchy. Hung like a lord but my nuts stay Baron I drop aristocratic wit; dry like a Sa-haran. Or saracens like we called em back in the day When our colonialist kingdoms put the Britain in Great. Or so we say but actually we just jacked their shit put it up in our museums, made them pay to see it. Top 1 percent like I scored on all my exams I can’t read but the guy I paid to cheat for me can Don’t get mad jealous, you’ll never know what wealth is Melt some chemicals, inject and then you’ll feel less selfish! It’s hard damn work at the top! I can’t rest Cos the meth paranoia’s really making me stressed. It gives me clarity to help me run all of my charities My philanthropic deeds will be my lasting legacy Unless I end up a molester, which is frankly guaranteed. I wanna spill my seed over an inferior breed Prima Nocte on your bride like I’m the King’s decree Let her polish my Crown Jewels while you bend the knee [hook] Class rules everything around me Put jam on top of my cream Wealthy gents have breeding and money So they’re better than the great unclean [bridge, sung by milady malady] Oh babe it’s not your fault decided years ago. Your ancestors were lazy, Weak, lost out to a stronger foe. [outro - hook and bridge layer together] Class rules everything around me (Oh babe it’s not your fault) Put jam on top of my cream (It was decided years ago.) When you’re landed gentry old money (Your ancestors were lazy) Then you’re better than the great unclean (weak, lost out to a stronger foe. )
