The Omerta

[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]
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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