Lyrics Omertà (#sicreview episode four) - Joe Flizzow

The Irishman
I paint houses for a living
On top of that
I could take contracts for your buildings
Clean plates, only clean slates
Funds sinking
Like guns at the bottom of river beds
That go missing

Tenggelam
Dan hilang style itu tidak
Cincin emas, jam berkilat
Cermin mata hitam
Masa silam jumpa Bufalino
Di stesen minyak
Dan untuk abang ku
Sesiapa pun akan ku pijak

Tidak tidak
They say no no no
Kasi destinasi dan lokasi pasti gua go
If they want beef
I'll send it by the truckload
Went to war in Italy
They know I got that smoke

If you got it our trucks brought it
Big plates of steak
You know the stakes is high
We moving state to state
They try to put me on the stands
Nothing I will say
Omertà move in silence
That's how I'm gonna stay

The hidden hand in the shadows
Sentiasa buat perancangan
Yang menentukan siapa ketuai kerajaan
Dead presidents
Atas duit kewangan
Tapi siapa bunuh JFK masih soalan

Itu yang itu
Bukan yang di sini
Pokok berjantung
Tak berbuah dua kali
Solidarity itu kita tiga kali

To the best of my recollection
I must recall my memory
Banting tulang dah memburuh
Semua untuk parti
Tapi pandang kanan kiri
Sentiasa hati-hati

Jimmy said
Charge if its a gun
If its a knife you run
Try to lay me out in court
What you gon' do son

The strong will survive
And the weak shall disappear
Coming from the man himself
It's kinda ironic to hear
And The Irishman
Will do the job
Won't shed a tear
Does his own carpentry
You got nothing to fear