NAS 🎤🎤🎤🎤
- crookedstreetz
- Jul 20
- 2 min read

THE OMERTA
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, yeahAS
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