Immortal Technique - Land of The Gun lyrics

Them people, law enforcement
If you want to call them 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, I got a gun under every arm
If you say anything
I'll shoot you if the people
Find out how they've been
Ripped off, and enslaved
They will revolt with the blood
Running in the streets

Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns
The funds will come my way
Whether we deliverin' high grade
To the people in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood like fly weights
Lock and load in the range
With rock the globe made any aim possible
Til the leadbelly 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 the truth
Til it happens to you
Its so severe what the hopeless will do
Ain't no pickin' your position
To beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by
His kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' 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
Too many the blast the last lesson
Often taught like the wars
That are often fought as old as mankind
Now outta 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

Got me running through the streets
That reek of the dead
It's more food to the wealthy
My niggas on welfare
Nobody givin' up healthcare
Nothing but heat
How you gonna tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush having a swell year
Swingin' 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!
This is the place where the
Cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads murder
Your children empty shell of a man rippin'
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 outta 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 it's gold old timers on the death
Bed speakin' the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by
Conservative Christians
Now 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 not built like me you
Never lived in a cell
You never gambled with your soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggas life in your hand
Young man, just remember that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game
Like throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers
Thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon
With the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's
Scars when I scribble i gave you the world
And I ain't even charged you a little
The martyr is crippled
The prophets are dead and buried
But the message is simple
And it's not written down in
Holy books as a riddle
Now we running through the streets, starvin'
On that guerilla warfare
My people stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin' in tears
You actin' like the army
Ain't put hell here
Military industry havin' a swell year
Swinging a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a blank check after 9 11
But I'm have the truth brought
Back to the source
Fight for my land with physical force
Speak through music, the subliminal course
I need a tech and a clip
Fuck a chain and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the
Gun, land of the gun, land of the gun