Lyrics

[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!