[Chorus: JoJo Pellegrino & Method Man]

(One) Shot where his chest at (Baow)

(Ones) One, it's the Meth Lab (Baow)

(Ones) Matter fact, scratch that

We the one, one, one, one, one (Yeah, look)

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Pay me the homage these rappers couldn't afford

I'll never make a promise your mama couldn't abort

See, I'm a big deal, I mean I'm kind of a boss

You can find right on that line you was trying to cross

The kid cooking, got rappers shooken, of course

How he get so good at cooking, ain't never took him a course?

Central booking before I took him to court

Man one, make sure he done 'fore I put in the fork, bong

Y'all don't get it, don't see I'm getting the drop

Now anybody getting it, go from get it to got

I get it started, you'll never get it to stop

Like them inside jokes, you can either get it or not

I get it hot, but y'all been gettin' me cold

Right now I'm passwords, y'all forgetting the code

And so another rapper waiting to roll

Down that highway to Heaven and Jesus paying the toll

[Chorus: JoJo Pellegrino & Redman]

(One) Shot where his chest at (Baow)

(Ones) One, it's the Meth Lab (Baow)

(Ones) Matter fact, scratch that

We the one, one, one, one, one (Let's go, Doc, yo)

[Verse 2: Redman]

I was home and my phone ring, they said Method Man need a verse

For my Gs, I put Dapper Dan on a shirt

Fiends be fighting like hockey fans on a first

Perico flow, Saran Wrap for the work

Check credential, pen game Ginsu

My girl name Nine Nina, she on her menstrual

These young niggas, old niggas, they don't wanna beef

They say they in the street, but their block don't agree

I'm number one, no cap, big facts

Hey DJ, this blue magic on your slip mats

I got hitters, maybe one out of Staten Island

Walk in my shoes? Like tryna do the crate challenge (Get 'em)

KRS-One and me and Meth

Roll on the set with the status, like BMF

Without money, you can't control your honey

If you a jack boy, better run from me, I got it

I was a product of my environment

Now the product I put out built stacks for my retirement (Yes, sir)

I talk dirty like the south where my mother from

I ain't number three or number two, nigga, I'm number one (Ayy)

[Chorus: JoJo Pellegrino]

(One) Shot where his chest at (Baow)

(Ones) One, it's the Meth Lab (Baow)

(Ones) Matter fact, scratch that

We the one, one, one, one, one

(One) Shot where his chest at (Baow, we get the)

(Ones) One, it's the Meth Lab (Baow, woo)

(Ones) Matter fact, scratch that

We the one, one, one, one, one (KRS-One)

[Verse 3: KRS-One]

We the ones in the Meth lab, a sellout gonna do what?

Machete over they whole crew head, that's a crew cut

You never heard how we used to suit up, bring the brute up

And how these rappers you thought was dope, they got chewed up

Who's up to get bruised up? You gonna choose what?

You can see what's going on, man, you fake, you fucked

Gun under the sellout's chin, his man threw up

'Cause when the gat went bang, the traitor's head blew up

I be saying straight to they face, to traitor, you suck

Corporate pimps are selling you and your man like two sluts

In L.A. they say, "KRS-One, you nuts"

'Cause l bum rush the show with new flavor and new Chucks

I run amok on these fucks, knife in they gut

My tongue sharp, amateurs ain't liking these cuts

These mics, I'm lighting them up, I'm not what you used to

I teach in China now, so my rhymes'll fry your noodle

I'm on a search like Google to find what's useful

I'm the guru in the Meth Lab bringing the fire to you

Fake rappers are the same, like Amazon Prime and Hulu

Talking gaga, goo-goo, it can drive you cuckoo

But I'm the revolutionary, you can't air me

I'm too scary, my roots are Malcolm X like Alex Haley

You know what I'm about, no doubt

Yo, Johnny Blaze, good looking out, I'm out