One Blood Under W (feat. Junior Reid)

Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood

Blood, blood, blood

Blood

You coulda from Lima, or ya come from Jungle

You coulda come from Fire House or

You come from Tower Hill

One blood, one blood, one blood

I was rollin, showing my age, unshaven

Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid

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

Giving a green to shine infra-red beam

At the street traffic light recorders

Takin pictures of our corners

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

The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window

We moving in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan

With plastic faces and rubber hands

Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a fifty cent piece to test my aim

How dare you call the Gods in vain?

Not knowing the seriousness of this and why I came

To Earth, feet first

I dare you 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 goggle 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 it and crash your college dorm

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

Now verse two, even more deadly than the first

Unrehearsed raw footage part two for you

I give this dedication, project elimination

Here's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve

I'm just vanishing with the vanishing cream

Here's jewels to live by

Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed

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 takin everything

Turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes

Behold this return of the Invincible Tone

Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume

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

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

You coulda come from uptown, or ya come from down south

You coulda come from outta town, or ya come from around town

One blood, one blood, one blood

The fussing and fighting

Tribal war, racial war

Cause blood, blood, blood

Mothers fighting daughters every day

Fathers fighting sons

Sisters hating sisters

Rappers getting murdered, every day

You coulda come from Lima, or come from Georgia

You coulda come fire outside or come from Hawaii

One blood, one blood, one blood

You coulda come from Brooklyn, or you 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