Blood on Blood War

By Cappadonna

On The Pillage

Released on March 24, 1998

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[Intro: Cappadonna]

Yo, break that dutch down


[Verse 1: Cappadonna]

You and your man — y'all fucked up for real

Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal

I sling raps like cracks on the street

Attack, riot, rise above

Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love

Thoughts are bright like a light bulb

Ice cold rap you stole

Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity

Your energy is too low to bite my slug

You get drugged behind bars and deathed and stoled on

Your code too simple, you best to hold on

Meet number three slang auxiliary

And slang therapy based upon a true story

I throw darts, cut markers, shred duplicators, it's the terminator

Wu Killa Bee understanding

Old Special Ed with the plate in my head

Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mic, power like things of state

What? Play with the pussy and fuck

Stuck with the poles forever, what?

Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep

Lyrics that kill, murder one voice

Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons

Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap

I'm stuck on the map like I told you before, Winter War

In these days of hardcore, smoke never stop clearin'

Stop cheerin', you makin' me hot

Acid rain a capell wet you, and upset you

Get you death threat, on cassette

It's the project reject with the mic check

Set to be the son that set the place off

Face off, my darts is lovin' you

Cyanide made your piss smell like flouride

Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard


[Chorus: Killa Bamz]

Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour

Stand tall like the Berlin Wall

Automatic darts are pulled

Therefore, never ignore the silence and violence we live for

Blood on blood war

Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour

Stand tall like the Berlin Wall

Automatic darts are pulled

Therefore, never ignore the blood on blood war

Uncut raw we live for


[Verse 2: Cappadonna]

All I need is ten big bags of weed

Twenty-four acres of land so I can breathe

Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon

Throw darts at you if the heat's ever on

Split you with the .45 caliber rap

Beat y'all down with shit that sound phat

Call 911, you still can't score

You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war

Yeah, you got heat but we got C4

Plus we got villains that's watchin' your door

Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad

VGL, FMF, The Vamp Squad

Terrorize y'all from every direction

Call up Hot 97 for protection

Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan

Spotted last night in the all-black van

Comin' down the block with guns out the window

Lickin' shots off every time wind blow

My class come first, I'm first to represent

Killa Bees linger in the air like incense

Instant action, speed of a satellite

Insight sights snakes from afar

Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar

Project star, CD hacker, supreme rapper with the baseball cap

I attack fatal on the track


[Chorus: Killa Bamz]

Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour

Stand tall like the Berlin Wall

Automatic darts are pulled

Therefore, never ignore the silence and violence that we live for

Blood on blood war

Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour

Stand tall like the Berlin Wall

Automatic darts are pulled

Therefore, never ignore the blood on blood war

Uncut raw we live for

Yeah

*6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background*