(Junior Reid) Run'din from fires of the city, and tee bloood Blooood, blood, bloooood.. blooood You two ta both from EE-hee-ma, ah ya both from Jahnker You ta both from fire outside You both from To-ah-ee 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 way that my heat Givin a green the shine infra-red beam At the stret 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 phasers in rubber hands f** fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim How dare you call the Gods in vein! 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 of bust-es head for many directions unknown Another statistic, change the bolistics 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 two ta both from uptown, ah your both from downtown Your ta both from An-ah-town, ah yah both from 'roundtowm One bloood, one blooood, one blooooood The p**y 'nit find it Travel w'on, raise your wine That's blooood yuud, 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