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Immortal Technique - Land Of The Gun - текст песни, видео

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Immortal Technique - Land Of The Gun - текст песни, видео

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[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine] 
Some 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 sheets 

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 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 the truth till it happens to you? 
Its so severe what the hopeless will do 

Ain't no pickin' your position in the 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 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 welfare 
My niggaz 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 its gold 
Old timers on the deathbed 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 that's 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 its 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 tek and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche 
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun.
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