| **** 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 | |
| **** 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! | |
| **** your territory | |
| I'm moving through | |
| All Crews | |
| **** your territory!!! |