Masta k**a - One Blood Under W lyrics

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Masta k**a - One Blood Under W lyrics

[Junior Reid] Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood Blooood, blood, bloooood.. blooood You coulda from Rema, or ya come from Jungle You coulda come from Fire House or You come from Tower Hill One bloood, one bloood, one bloood [Masta k**a] I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid I walk with a slight lean from the weight of my heat Givin 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 movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan With plastic faces and rubber hands f** fame, I 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 lion tame to the beat of the drum No questionin 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 Beginnin take shape and form When the Gods get on it and crash your college dorm [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 bloood, one blooood, one blooooood The fussing and fighting The tribal war, racial war Cause bloooood, blooood [Masta k**a] Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first Unrehearsed raw footage part 2 for you I give this dedication, project elimination Here's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream Here's j**els to live by Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed f** 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 cla**ical Comin back, to attack in black fatigue Wu-Tang and Junior Reid [Junior Reid] You coulda come from Lebanon, or ya come from Iran You coulda come from China, or ya come from Japan One blooood, one blooood, one blooood You coulda come from uptown, or ya come from down sout' You coulda come from outta town, or ya come from ‘round town One bloood, one blooood, one blooood The fussing and fighting Tribal war, racial war Cause bloood, blooood, bloood 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 bloood, one blooood, one bloooood You coulda come from Brook-a-lyn, or you come from Bronx You coulda come from queens, or ya come from Jersey One bloood, one bloood, one bloood You coulda come from Long Island, or ya come from Philly You coulda from Canada, or ya from from over south One bloood, one bloood, one bloood