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