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Amy Finnerty - One Blood Under W 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!