[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



[RZA]

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

Fuck 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 pussy 'nit find it

Travel w'on, raise your wine

That's blooood yuud, blooood



[RZA]

Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first, unrehearsed raw footage

Part 2 for you, I give this dedication, project elimination