All Crews

Fuck your territory

I'm moving through

All Crews



Rock my own style, got my own flava, never off beat, fresh outlines across my piecebook paper, fruits of juiced loops for troops to choose, boogie-tuff, what?

I bust cuts, must I open up? Ain't you seen enough yet, wide variety raw urban street sect., high tech steps pleading for peace as I represent my best! Alliance is kept



Fuck your territory

I'm moving through

All Crews



Listen! Reverse the theme and the title, Jah bless and comfort my enemies & rivals

Who's the trespasser and what you after? Nothing that can't be replaced by my master

Warning! Before your eyes seeds are forming, remember your true mercies you great one's of glory

Avenge my soul, add on to what is before me, to enter the palace reason must speak, yeah!



Fuck your territory

I'm moving through

All Crews

Fuck your territory!!!