One Blood Under W

[Intro: Junior Reid]

Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood

Blood, blood!

Blood!

Blood!

You coulda from Rema, or ya come from jungle

You coulda come from Fire House or yacome from Tower Hill

One blood, one blood, one blood!

[Verse 1: Masta Killa]

I was rolling, showing my age, unshaven

Rugged with my Timberland boots, that paid

I walk with a slight lean from the weight of my heat

Given a green to shine infra-red beam

At the street traffic light recorders

Taking pictures of our corners

Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em

The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window

We movin in unmarked vans

Disguised as a light tan, with plastic faces and rubber hands

Fuck fame, I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim

How dare you call the Gods in vain

Not knowin the seriousness of this, and why I came

To Earth, feet first

I dare you to lion tame to the beat of the drum

No questioning to the session, I walk with gun

The magnum'll bust his head from many directions unknown

Another statistic; change the ballistics on the nozzle

Make 'em gargle and swallow

Scrape the craters of the brain for data

Old scriptures on withered paper

Beginning take shape and form

When the Gods get on and crash your college dorm

[Hook: Junior Reid]

You coulda come from uptown, or you come from downtown

You coulda come from outta town, or you come from 'round town

One blood, one blood, one blood!

The fussing and fighting

The tribal war, racial war

Cause blood, blood! Blood!

[Verse 2: Masta Killa]

Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first

Unrehearsed raw footage, part 2 for you?

I give this dedication, project elimination

He's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve

I'm just vanishing with the vanishin' cream

Here's jewels to live by –

Identify before you enter and can't leave with we

Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe

A bomb only has one time to explode

When I break, I'm taking everything, turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes

Behold this return of the Invincible Toad

Rude like government tools and king's custom

Who gave the order to bust 'em?

Don't ask, this is Genuine Draft

Blueprint, ultimate legit

Sting International, Stone Love classical

Coming back–to attack in black fatigue

Wu-Tang and Junior Reid

[Refrain: Junior Reid]

You coulda come from Lebanon, or ya come from Iran

You coulda come from China, or ya come from Japan

One blood, one blood, one blood!

[Chorus: Junior Reid]

You coulda come from uptown, or ya come from down sout'

You coulda come from outta town, or ya come from ‘round town

One blood, one blood, one blood!

The fussing and fighting

Tribal war, racial war

Cause blood, blood! Blood!

[Bridge: Junior Reid]

Mothers fighting daughters every day

Fathers fighting sons

Sisters hating sisters

Rappers getting murdered–every day

[Refrain: Junior Reid]

You coulda come from Lima, or ya come from Georgia

You coulda come fire outside or come from Hawaii

One blood, one blood, one blood!

You coulda come from Brook-a-lyn, or ya come from Bronx

You coulda come from Queens, or ya come from Jersey

One blood, one blood, one blood!

You coulda come from Long Island, or ya come from Philly

You coulda from Canada, or ya from from over south

One blood, one blood, one blood!