Lirik Lagu The Omerta - Raekwon
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Ayo, call me the inveterate gambler who run the CarolinasThe fans come, throwbacks, this law and order rap shit, just slow gas itBring water like the Johnny Pumps that flow nastyHit sewers with shooters, the audacityFascinating, appealing, underworld with WondergirlDope fiends love it, shooting they nuggets upExtreme criminality, I'm like the Rothsteins, the offspringsAll of this tucked inside my galaxyFrankie Yale of the jail, silks, diamond spidersWe master writers who dumb out, relentless on the come outNocturnal habits, the mavensI'm too insulated, this is just a crusade, nigga, we made it
Night of the Long Knives, focus, the gun totersThe folder's getting over, it's over now, eating hummus and rovers he tweaking, fumblingGophers get rocked in they loafers tryna stuntBlunt front, knowing niggas'll notice we jewel kingsHate to bother you, robbin' you, don't even argue with usSlide it off, make a move, you noddin' offDrinking Maker's, the paintbrushes, we cake makersLouis luggage, puffin' the Dewey Brothers, we straight hatersFarragamo's glass, shoe taze, what's this?Just a silk in the crunch wrist, your lunch, niggasCall the chef and it's leftovers, they eat everythingSome niggas get caught in they best moments
We the examples, we who we said we wasNever faked it, ones who wore jewelry they couldn't play withThe ones who stay rich, details of my revolutionary waysProbably get studied, some CIA shitWho has true power? The Torah or Synagogue leaders?Quran readers or palm readers?Witchcrafters or Christian pastors? Rich rappers?Marx said, "Religion's the opiate of the masses"Well Nas says I got thoughts, as if a therapist said"What time you on?", to learn what's in my headWell, I'm reclining, I'm just stating facts as I respond like where the army walksWith assault rifles near army bases far beyond New YorkOr foreign blocks like Hamas guys in emergency triageExtended magazine, now targets offHeart beatin' stops, car speedin'Cops pull you over to check for warrants, so give your best performance
Nobody got time for petty in the city of bossesSirens is my psychiatry officeThis morning, I woke feeling great so I went to an auctionTo get lost in a different scene, spent a ticket on artSo interesting, a painting of a fiend in Hudson YardAnother painting was Black natives before Central ParkYou know the claims, this was all native terrainAnd the year was like 16-something, so could this mean hustling beganWhen the Indian finessed the Dutch man?With opium on horseback, this way before crackWe always been the Mecca for supply and demandIn every era, legends and this land was going hand in hand, damnIt's mind-boggling who we are, divided kingsIt get spooky in Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn, and all of QueensIn Staten Island, real type shitDying species are real men, I feel that shit, yo
Night of the Long Knives, focus, the gun totersThe folder's getting over, it's over now, eating hummus and rovers he tweaking, fumblingGophers get rocked in they loafers tryna stuntBlunt front, knowing niggas'll notice we jewel kingsHate to bother you, robbin' you, don't even argue with usSlide it off, make a move, you noddin' offDrinking Maker's, the paintbrushes, we cake makersLouis luggage, puffin' the Dewey Brothers, we straight hatersFarragamo's glass, shoe taze, what's this?Just a silk in the crunch wrist, your lunch, niggasCall the chef and it's leftovers, they eat everythingSome niggas get caught in they best moments
We the examples, we who we said we wasNever faked it, ones who wore jewelry they couldn't play withThe ones who stay rich, details of my revolutionary waysProbably get studied, some CIA shitWho has true power? The Torah or Synagogue leaders?Quran readers or palm readers?Witchcrafters or Christian pastors? Rich rappers?Marx said, "Religion's the opiate of the masses"Well Nas says I got thoughts, as if a therapist said"What time you on?", to learn what's in my headWell, I'm reclining, I'm just stating facts as I respond like where the army walksWith assault rifles near army bases far beyond New YorkOr foreign blocks like Hamas guys in emergency triageExtended magazine, now targets offHeart beatin' stops, car speedin'Cops pull you over to check for warrants, so give your best performance
Nobody got time for petty in the city of bossesSirens is my psychiatry officeThis morning, I woke feeling great so I went to an auctionTo get lost in a different scene, spent a ticket on artSo interesting, a painting of a fiend in Hudson YardAnother painting was Black natives before Central ParkYou know the claims, this was all native terrainAnd the year was like 16-something, so could this mean hustling beganWhen the Indian finessed the Dutch man?With opium on horseback, this way before crackWe always been the Mecca for supply and demandIn every era, legends and this land was going hand in hand, damnIt's mind-boggling who we are, divided kingsIt get spooky in Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn, and all of QueensIn Staten Island, real type shitDying species are real men, I feel that shit, yo
