(Why do we have to cross over?)   (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!)