Land of the Gun

Lyrics

Breez Evahflowin' ft. Immortal Technique - "Land of the Gun" [Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin' and Immortal Technique] [Producer(s): Wally What] [Sample 1 (Melody): Ennio Morricone - "The Ecstasy of Gold"] [Sample 2 (Drum Pattern): T-Connection - "Groove to Get Down"] [Intro: Samples] [Sample from [?]] [?]: Nigga, you're not the sheriff no more. We got a new sheriff in town. Big Brother here, Big Brother's the sheriff now, nigga [?]: You ain't the sheriff here no more, nigga. We're taking the law back [?]: That's what he said [Sample from Bowling for Columbine] James Nichols: "Some people, "law enforcement," if you want to call 'em that were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically shaking, scared to death. Because certain people said, "I'm a radical, I'm a wild man. You say anything, I'll shoot ya. If the people find out how they've been ripped off and, and enslaved in this country by the government, by the powers to be, they will revolt with anger. Merciless anger. There'll be blood running in the street." [Interlude 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Word to Melle Mel, Master [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo Ticket to ride the white crime highway Bring all the guns, the funds will come my way Whether we're delivering high grade to the people in the Pit of the tri-state, or dabble in the middle like Fly weights, lock and load in the range of what Rock the globe. Made any aim poss- -ible 'til the lead belly lost control In the hold of the paper that fold. At one time, was Related to gold, made many men lose their Soul to the price of the dice that roll How can a light so bright make a man so cold? So another man's plans unfold. Can you really see it True 'til it happens to you? It's so Severe what the hopeless will do [Interlude 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Uh huh. Yo [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Ain't no Picking your position to begin in your life. Not every Man wanna stand by his kids and his wife. Too many Lost kids in the night, hand on heat, gripping It tight. Any man want beef could Get it right followed by enough flame to put A permanent end to the learning of men Class session: to many The blast the last lesson often taught Like the wars that are often fought. As old as Mankind. Now out of his damn mind Stand on the gunpowder landmine, ready to Blow at any second. I'm checking for the Signs of the end of all time. I figure it's On time. My last thoughts forming the rhyme [Hook 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Got me running through the Streets that reek of the dead. It's more food to The well-fed. My niggas on welfare Nobody giving up healthcare. Nothing but Heat—how you gonna tell me it ain't Hell here? George Bush having a swell year, swinging the Gat, ready to clap anything on the map. You done Seen what they bring to Iraq. Now bring it back to the Source, land of the physical force, land of the Gun, land of the Gun, land of the Gun, land of the Gun [Interlude: Immortal Technique] Yeah, all my people out there, lock and load [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] This is The place where cops are rushing the building Paramilitary death squads murder your children Empty shell of a man licking shots in the air Soldiers dying out there, but nobody cares Prepare for the future, but make note of the past Or be condemned to live it again and get blast Class warfare kept out of the news, replaced By a corporation's political views 'cause this is Where the guns are manufactured and sold, the land That was stolen, stripped of all of its gold Old-timers on their deathbed, speaking the wisdom Immigrants crucified by conservative Christians And we all got freedom to die in the street, but the Difference is more of us die in a week than they Die in a year. I made it clear where I stand when the Line is drawn, but now the line is gone. And, nigga Anything goes. The land where the guns don't let Anything grow. And what the fuck you niggas know about Living in Hell? You're not built like me. You never Lived in a cell. You never gambled with your soul. Fuck The ice in your hand. Gun in your palm, but you got a nigga's Life in your hand. Young man, just remember that Slicing a gram is a bloody game like throwing Mice in a fan. My words flow like the rivers that's West of Iran. The fertile crescent moon with the Star in the middle. I'll reveal the depth of history's Scars when I scribble. I gave you the world and I ain't even Charge you a little. The martyr is crippled, the pro- -phets are dead and buried, but the message is simple And it's not written down in holy books as a riddle [Hook 2: Immortal Technique] Now we running through the streets, starving, on that Guerilla warfare. My people stuck in a Guerilla warfare. Innocent children Screaming in tears. You acting like the army Ain't brought hell here. Military industry Having a swell year, swinging a gat Or lying in heaven, living off a blank check after 9/11, but I'ma have the truth brought Back to the source, fight for my land with Physical force, speak through music The subliminal course. I need a TEC and a clip Fuck a chain or Porsche. Land of The gun, land of The gun, land of The gun, land of The gun [Outro: Immortal Technique] Yeah. Yeah. Immortal Technique, Breez Evahflowin', Harlem. What?