(Why are niggas always crossing over  huh?)
 (I mean  what's the matter?)
 (They can accept our music as long as they can't see our faces?)
 (One  Two  One Two; You got it)
 Wootah!
 GURU:
 Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
 Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
 Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
 (It's the Patti what?)
 Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!)
 Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
 Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
 Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
 Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
 (It's the Patti what?)
 Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!)
 Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
 DOVE:
 Just the other day I got a starter kit
 (An M is a terrible thing to waste)
 Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mindstate
 I play control to a fraud
 (Nah it ain't happenin')
 Nada to make it even
 Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
 Y'all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
 (Well, it started in the year of '78)
 But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more
 (I said, "Come in")
 Come in
 (Come on)
 Come out into my reservoir
 As I macks a men your bastard style has just been stuck
 By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
 What if... how's about why would
 Never thought that the napalm would bust the jeans
 POS:
 Mash it up
 The one with the beard
 Mega moustache the beat (hide it)
 Deep under sheets, cover this hint
 Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage
 Jimmy and the jet, standin' on the pier
 I'm known as the farmer
 Cultivatin' mate without mendin'
 Bendin', comprimising any of my styles to gain a smile
 Listen while you hear it
 There's no pink in my slip
 I reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me red
 While the boys from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger community
 Yet they're soon to see I have a brother named Luck
 A nigga named Dres
 A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head
 Of a Baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin'
 (Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set)
 GURU:
 Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
 Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
 Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
 (It's the Patti what?)
 Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!)
 Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
 (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
 (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
 (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
 (And now, prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
 (We decided to change the cover a little bit)
 (Because we see the big picture)
 (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album)
 (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album)
 (Everybody's gonna know who this group is)
 (We just felt that the picture wasn't as important as it was that we
 succeeed in crossing over)
 (Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double cross)
 (Once we lose our audience we never gon' get them back)
 (He may even try to change our sound)
 POS:
 Let no man put asunder
 Severin' the groups I never blunder
 Cashin' all the checks on the mic
 I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug Wonder
 Funk to the fame against hoods
 Bridges saggin' to woods down under
 They can't be raised with the feminine praise
 In conjunction with no chocolate in the mix
 White boy Roy cannot feel it
 But the first to try and steal it
 Dilute it, pollute it, kill it
 I see him infiltratin' to the masses
 And when the leechin' I mo shoot 'em all in they asses
 GURU:
 Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
 Runnin' through the trenches (Yeah!)
 Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
 (It's the Patti what?)
 Runnin' through the trenches (Aaah!!)
 Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
 (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
 (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
 (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
 (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
 (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
 (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
 (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
 (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
 POS:
 I shed light and not skin
 I ain't from Europe
 Afro connects at the root of the retina of the third
 Mums the word when ya blind baby
 Blind to the fact
 Don't rest in Compton so I don't own a gat
 But respect is clear crystal
 Cause Millie got a pistol
 And she's down with me
 Wild of most wild
 Born child to the old school legitimate (soul)
 Talker of the many paragraphs ago
 Walker of the plenty broken calves ago
 Phantom of the phrase black in many ways
 Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches
 Comin' in to rent my style
 GURU:
 I'm not the one to fuck with
 POS:
 I'm lockin' you out
 GURU:
 I'm just not to fuck wit so check it
 Y'all know who I am
 Listen up son
 Peace to my man Premier
 And y'all better guard your trenches 'cause we runnin' through 'em
 (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
 (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
 (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
 (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
 (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
 (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
 (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
 (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
 (Tell me somethin' huh?)
 (How come they never cross over to us, huh?)
 (I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover