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**** your territory |
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I'm moving through |
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All Crews |
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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? |
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I bust cuts, must |
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I open up? |
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Ain't you seen enough yet, wide variety raw urban street sect., high tech steps pleading for peace as |
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I represent my best! |
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Alliance is kept |
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**** your territory |
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I'm moving through |
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All Crews |
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Listen! Reverse the theme and the title, |
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Jah bless and comfort my enemies & rivals |
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Who's the trespasser and what you after? |
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Nothing that can't be replaced by my master |
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Warning! Before your eyes seeds are forming, remember your true mercies you great one's of glory |
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Avenge my soul, add on to what is before me, to enter the palace reason must speak, yeah! |
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**** your territory |
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I'm moving through |
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All Crews |
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**** your territory!!! |