K.A.S.E.

[Intro: Method Man] Uh Yeah Uh Meth Lab 3 Carlo Yeah, woo [Verse 1: Carlton Fisk] It's all digital, revolution televised Generations at war, police states do or die Hoodies on, we all look alike, right? Who am I to spook that and sit by your door and let his uzi fly Freedom of death, you need to respect The souls of all the warriors past, beating my chest I'm the icepickin' Clinton y'all leavin' ya neck The blood risin' in your lungs now, stealin' ya breath On that dead presidential shit, movin' through Watts Then my L.A. Confidential brothers, movin' on cops Goin' through it and everybody phone don't work 'Cause in war times they cut off all communications first Carlton Fisk the boogeyman, live in the flesh It's a zoo, when animals kill, they callin' the vet If you move wrong, even a step, push a button Get you touched, close feet, I don't believe in regrets [Chorus: Carlton Fisk] New era, new time, different war in the streets Devour the meat, be dyin' on the block live You won't make it till equality come The tabernacle filled with mothers and sons They prayin' for 'em sayin' Lord, please, just protect 'em See it through a broader spectrum Yo all they do is try and come arrest' em It doesn't matter what they motivé is Yo, the bottom line, they killin' our kids [Verse 2: Method Man] Hands like Marciano Chillin' with my man Carlo, low down Threw on them butter-colored Rollo's Big swallow straight from the bottle, hard to follow It's the dark liquor mixed with the white, call that mulatto I might slap box with Dolo Send your head, sleepy hollow Then shots follow 41 for Amadou Diallo I'm like Drago If he dies then he dies, the motto L's full of gelato, I'm fire, no El Diablo In the old-school caddy Eldorado My bravado, hit the lotto Scratch off without a scratch on my mavado Watch the capo, the man behind the chopper El Chapo Y'all ill, but the gods iller, arigato Touché, I ain't come to play, no Serato Nah-uh, not today, but every Tuesday it's taco And tell the waitress hold the avocado The method to the madness is my why mahalo [Chorus: Carlton Fisk] New era, new time, different war in the streets Devour the meat, be dyin' on the block live You won't make it till equality come The tabernacle filled with mothers and sons They prayin' for 'em sayin' Lord, please, just protect 'em See it through a broader spectrum Yo all they do is try and come arrest' em It doesn't matter what they motivé is Yo, the bottom line, they killin' our kids