Method Man, Hanz on, Carlton Fisk - K.A.S.E. (Feat. Hanz on & Carlton Fisk)

Uh Yeah Uh Meth Lab 3 Carlo Yeah, woo 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 this uzi fly? Freedom of death, you need to respect The souls of all the warriors past, beating my chest I'm the icepickin' (?) leavin' ya The blood risin' in your lungs now, stealin' ya breath On that dead presidential shit, movin' through Watts To my L.A. Confidential brothers, movin' on cops But what you're goin' through 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 New era, new time, different war in the streets Devour the meek, be dyin' on the 'book live You won't make it 'til equality come The tabernacles filled with mothers and sons They prayin' for us, saying "Lord, please, just protect 'em" "See it through a broader spectrum" "Yo, all they do is try, come arrest 'em" It doesn't matter what motives, they is The bottom line, ayo, we killin' our kids Hands like Marciano Chillin' with my man Carlo, low down Threw on them butter-colored wallows Big swallow straight from out the bottle, hard to follow It's the dark liquor mixed with the white, call that mulatto I might slap box with Rollo 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 When it old-school, caddy El Dorado, my bravado, hit the lotto Scratch off without a scratch on my mavado I said capo, the man behind the chopper El Chapo Y'all ill, but the gods iller, arigato Touche, 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 way, mahalo New era, new time, different war in the streets Devour the meek, be dyin' on the 'book live You won't make it 'til equality come The tabernacles filled with mothers and sons They prayin' for us, saying "Lord, please, just protect 'em" "See it through a broader spectrum" "Yo, all they do is try, come arrest 'em" It doesn't matter what motives, they is The bottom line, ayo, we killin' our kids