Method Man, Carlton Fisk, Hanz On - K.A.S.E. lyrics

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 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 LA 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

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

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

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