Yeah. Welcome to the citadel. Many try to enter, many bring their heaviest artillery. But the fortress is occupied. I-man stand at the threshold. Listen closely to the law of the boundary. (Chorus) Nothing shall pass through the keeper’s gate No entry permitted, you’re a moment too late You can send your missiles, you can try to invade But the wall is secure in the trench we made Yeah, the boundary is drawn, the perimeter is set No payload is ever gonna rattle this net! (Verse 1 - Reggae Wordplay) Me see the opposition plotting out a hostile takeover Trying to slip a package through the ultimate crossover But I stretch out my hands like a shadow in the night Intercept the asset, lock it down, hold it tight They bring the heavy fire, trying to test the foundation But I am the inspector of the grand legislation Deflecting the trajectories, breaking up the scheme I’m a nightmare waking up your finest dream With a horizontal leap, me defy gravity No intrusion allowed inna my vicinity! (Verse 2 - Fast Rap Style) Yo, check the iron curtain, check the final inspector The ultimate protector, the trajectory deflector They think they found an opening, they try to find a seam But I’m closing up the window on your favorite team You can angle the assault, you can drive it with pace But my palms are like magnets in a restricted space I read the body language before you make a advance If you’re looking for a loophole, you don’t stand a chance Divining the intent, I got the vision telescopic Stopping every single project, call it philanthropic Two posts and a crossbar, that’s my sanctuary And keeping it immaculate is customary! (Chorus) Nothing shall pass through the keeper’s gate No entry permitted, you’re a moment too late You can send your missiles, you can try to invade But the wall is secure in the trench we made Yeah, the boundary is drawn, the perimeter is set No payload is ever gonna rattle this net! (Bridge) (Dub echo effects heavy on the vocals) They launch it high, I pluck it from the air... They drive it low, but I am already there... The last line of defense, the lonely soldier on the line... Your efforts are futile, the clean sheet is mine! (Outro) Yeah. Access denied. Return to sender. The gate remains closed. The fortress stands tall. One love to the protectors. (Heavy bass drops out, leaving just the echoing delay of a final snare hit)
