[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