Trinity

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