breez evahflowin ft immortal technique land of the gun breez evahflowin and immortal technique wally what ennio morricone the ecstasy of gold t connection groove to get down nigga youre not the sheriff no more we got a new sheriff in town big brother here big brothers the sheriff now nigga you aint the sheriff here no more nigga were taking the law back thats what he said 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 therell be blood running in the street word to melle mel master yo ticket to ride the white crime highway bring all the guns the funds will come my way whether were 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 its so severe what the hopeless will do uh huh yo 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 its on time my last thoughts forming the rhyme  got me running through the streets that reek of the dead its more food to the well fed my niggas on welfare nobody giving up healthcare nothing but heathow 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 yeah all my people out there lock and load 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 youre 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 niggas 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 thats west of iran the fertile crescent moon with the star in the middle ill 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 its not written down in holy books as a riddle 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 yeah yeah immortal technique breez evahflowin harlem what 