Che Fu The Abyss Lyrics

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