Trinity (feat. Jedi Mind Tricks & L-Fudge)

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[Verse 1: L-Fudge] I metamorph phrases to glaciers Have em come together in liquid stages Then turn down the temperature and have em frozen into a solid foundation Now added to that this well produced amazement The crash is enough, to have the world tipped off it's axis a notch It'll take the likes of, Jedi Minds to construct new longtitude lines In order to get around but now, you're askin for too much With minds put together I'm like an alternative source of energy like, electricity generators Separators of the wack rap, to the world reknownst individuals Played in deuce parts life's nara-rators Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as Food for thoughts tooken offa ya plate instead ya serve trash Ikon and Logic serve as my accomplices And bring our own form of trinity to show y'all onto this Rhyme patterns come across as astonishing So I have all right to feel myself to the point of genetalia fondlin' [Hook] We the three emcees that rock that shit Pick the twelve inch up and knock that shit "Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram" [Verse 2: Louis Logic] I spread around me a viral infectious faculties Applied chiropractically so rappers cannot come back to me Simply outta respect, or suffer the consequence the effect of which is that of absent father neglect Wreakin' havoc, on egos speakin' magic Castin' the curse on fashion emcees for region fabric Send 'em wandering through the labyrinth As far as cuttin' careers short on mics I'm what the NYPD is to entrapment Epitome of have been, yet schooled Engineers peep the structure of my mind now they wonder how the math went L was made to ascend, which is evident by my descent Spreadin east to west like European settlements Sequence, but even, I'm captured Self destructive explosive devices reactin' from my mind is everlastin' Which makes me a Trojan horse of sorts Drainin' ya plasma until ya rhythm section hold the contorts While snatchin' a arm in this sport Drove off on ya squarely, then the Warren report And the single bullet theory Hook (x2) [Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] You f**k wid me you won't survive Ikon been live since eighty five Mine'll still have a carat thats tragical crystallized Hit them guys, in they eyes wid f**kin shrapnel Bomb they castle, set fire into they chapel Wrap a lasso round rappers who wanna battle Hologram wid two bad hands force you to grapple elo-rapsol, reverse time and bring diseases Christians will worship Allah and Muslims will worship Jesus Kill all ya leaders, wid my savage lyrical thesis Rip out my f**kin' heart and eat it before I'm defeated The one who's seated, on the throne within in a forcefield You'll get tossed and feel lost like Holden Caulfield Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism Followed Solomon and brought him in at ya baptism [Hook]