歌詞: Che Fu. Navigator. The Abyss.

We come lethal just like the weapon crush evil whether legal or illegal, protect my people represent Polynesia, Villajah cool like a freezer, deeper, than the visual cats with backpacks and the backwards caps to match, Villaj goes deeper, into the crates we be digging five piece band compositions we jack beats, oh you never done that before, oh com'on cousin, we still burn it up like a Bunsen what-eva function we be, rocking instrumentals, extra sensory like the sentinel, cat from central C-Fu hooked up with P-Money now we're dropping sh---- like the dunny, it's quite cunning, Wong-Keiying and Iron Monkey dynamic duo calculating more hits for the sticks, down country and back we keep them drumming, school books and table tops, at lunch time it's freestyle tech. drawing to wild style, we educate to even brake in the rain, hip-hop elements...

For my people to navigate the abyss, define the mic line in the mist, focus needle to technics, a conscious mind set Villajahs orchestrate ambush.

Keep it humble, do not pretend like Jarred, or it's winter, one way ticket to the centre, call me Splinter, teenage mutant hip-hop ninja, with 3D Mya I can render my brain, conscious, it's more than just a gimmick for this home boy tries to live it, I'm a tank like No Limit and I'm out to gather troops for those who spit righteousness, over loops, in small groups we be hard to track down knock 'em out like Tua, end of the round Number one, way up in the charts doesn't matter if the same cats get fatter, tumble down the ladder, into light weight trivia we verbally run you down on tour like a Privia, village to village these cats connect the hip-hop element times 2...

For my people to navigate the abyss, define the mic line in the mist, focus needle to technic a conscious mind set Villajahs orchestrate ambush. For my people to navigate the abyss, define the mic line in the mist, focus needle to technics a conscious mind set Villajahs orchestrate P-Money keep it simple, scratch........ now change up the tempo, scratch... now let it all hang out, scratch...

Yo, back with the freaky accent, keep it happening, hands clappening, shockwaves across the Tasman, first ripple, we be coasting on a magic carpet type flow, untamable, still flammable like petrol, easy platform like Gecko, RPG stealth myself, playstation black belt tightly held, power off, write more rhymes, sharpen more knives, verbal daggers, shape like tweeters, through your speakers, keeping it tight like new sneakers, righteous information leakers, cause it ain't about the money, pass them the dummy and we're up the blind side, no burgers, no chicken adverts just pure rhyme, for your mind, subject matter download in empty vessels, grab your hip-hop coupons check out our weekly specials, isle 9, should I say cloud for higher beings, golden rings on the heads of Villajah M.Cs, wingless still, like flightless birds of patriotism, to colonise we your mission is left half finished, too late, hip-hop Polynesia on the rise C-Fu representing, one time...

For my people to navigate the abyss, define the mic line in the mist, focus needle to technics a conscious mind set Villajhs orchestrate ambush. For my people to navigate the abyss, define the mic line in the mist, focus needle to technics a conscious mind set Villajahs orchestrate ambush.