The Omerta

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo, call me your inveterate gambler who run the Carolinas The fans come, throw bags and slow on all the raps shit Just slow gas it, bring water like the Johnny pumps, that flow nasty Hit sewers with shooters, the audacity Fascinating, appealing, underworld, but wonder girl Dope fiends love it, shooting they nuggets up Extreme criminality, I'm like the Rothsteins, the off-springs All of this tucked, inside my galaxy Frankie Yale of the jails, silks, diamond spiders, we master writers We dumb out, relentless on the come out Nocturnal habits, the mavens, I'm too insulated This is just a crusade, nigga, we made it [Chorus] Everybody right there (Get into it) Everybody right there (Get involved) Everybody just, just (Get involved) Everybody just, just Everybody now [Verse 2: Raekwon] Night of the long knives, focus, the gun toters The folders getting over, it's over now, eating hummus in Rovers See tweaking, fumbling gophers, get rocked in they loafers Tryna stunt, blunt fronting, knowing niggas'll notice We jewel kings, hate to bother you, robbing you Don't even argue with us, slide it off, make a move, you nodding off Drinking Maker's, the paintbrushes, we cake makers Louis luggage, puffing the Doobie brothers, we straight haters Ferragamos glass, shoe taste, what's this? Just a silk and the crunch wrist, you're lunch niggas Call in Chef if there's leftovers, they eat everything Some niggas get caught in they best moments [Verse 3: Nas] We the examples, we who we said we was Never faked it, ones who wore jewelry they couldn't play with The ones who stayed rich Details of my revolutionary ways, probably get studied, some CIA shit Who has true power? The Torah or synagogue leaders? Qur'an readers or palm readers? Witch-crafters or Christian pastors? Rich rappers, Marx said "Religion's the opiate of the masses" When Nas says, I got thoughts as if a therapist said What time you want to learn what's in my head Well, I'm reclining, I'm just stating facts as I respond like when the army walks With assault rifles near army bases far beyond New York On foreign blocks like Hamas, guys in emergency triage Extended magazine knock targets off Heart beating stops, car speeding, cops pull you over To check for warrants, so give your best performance Nobody got time for petty in the city of bosses Sirens is my psychiatry office This morning I woke feeling great, so I went to an auction To get lost in a different scene, spent the ticket on art So interesting, a painting of a fiend in Hudson Yard Another painting was black natives before Central Park You know the claims, this was all natives' terrain And the year was like 16 something, so could this mean hustling Began when the Indian finessed the Dutchman With opium on horseback? This way before crack We always been the Mecca for supply and demand In every era ledgers in this land was going hand in hand, damn It's mind boggling who we are, the modern kings It get spooky in Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn, and all of Queens And Staten Island, real type shit Dying species of real men, I feel that shit, yeah [Outro] —There (Get into it) Everybody right there (Get involved) Everybody just, just (Get involved) Everybody just, just Everybody right there (Get into it) Everybody right there (Get involved) Everybody just, just (Get involved) Everybody just, just Everybody right there (Get into it) Everybody right there