Open Mic: Class Act ft. Chain & Stalin

Stalin - Upper Class
Still able to jump on my plane, take off like my investments do
despressions loose in the world but fortunes leave me recession proof
less stress than u cuz I dont have the problems like you do
writin huge checks for intuition at my kids private school
I always strive to do more than you can ever imagine
debts a factor for most but I chose to be better than average
Collect classic cars and bentleys, usually the rarities
People dont help themselves, so I refuse to donate to charities
My wifes got huge closests of clothes and only the nicest jewels
Daily deposits in me bank, I see so many $'s, its like its plural
priceless murals cover my walls, bought 2 cars for my mother in law
But I never see my middle class siblings, like Ive got no brother at all
gettin richer 7 numbers in my bank accounts like phone digits
my estates very large, plus I'm able to carry cards wit no limits
vacation homes where I take it slow and breathe in the fresh air
Life's a struggle for some but the futures gonna become my best years...

Chain - Middle Class
To stay in charge of everything I played my cards aggressively
I raised my daughter pressure free, but paid the cost excessively
Paying off the car note but my savings are in jeopardy
My mortgage is a demon that is raping all my cheddar trees
The IRS is vexed, made me hate my Volvo’s leather seats
I can not afford it, and my neighbors bought a S.U.V
Wal-Mart shit replaced the stake and lobster recipes 
IKEA discount, but I say the carpet’s Lebanese 
Stressing at the office, they laying off a lot of peeps
Que Sera Sera, I just pray to God they let us eat
No Aruba this year ‘cause they are charging hefty fees
For filing all my taxes late, won’t break me off some extra g’s
Man, I need the paper, a wake up call won’t heal this
I need a membership to a Mason lodge with millions
Where all those fucking bankers rocking David stars are chillin’
Directing these recessions while they’re taking on civilians...

Calibra - Lower Class
Had little or none to start with, I treasure my breath
Severed by debt, banks came and took whatever I left
Time is money, so I ain't have a second to vent
Depression instead from hard times the recession cements
Learnt a lesson I guess, but how can they sleep at night?
When the ground's freezin' and I've no where to sleep at night
I need a knife, to cut my throat not carve out a pizza slice
Ain't lead a decent life, taken more blows than a Kiefer fight
Tortured like Sutherland, im 24 and the Reaper's due
My reality brings more shocks to the system than Pikachu
Wish I could eat some food or own a Jeep to cruise
My only transport consists of usin' feet and shoes
One plus, no bills and letters for me to coast through
No home, so I ain't got an address that they can post to
In dire straits, don't have the priviledges that most do
On Sunday, I pray for help, you keep enjoyin' all that roast food!