Trinity

[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 nudge
 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
 Play the used parts' life's narrators
 Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as
 Food for thought's took'n off your plate, instead you're served 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 a rhyme via 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
 My stats in this orator's sport
 Draw more foolish queries than the Warren report
 And the single bullet theory
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 [Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
 You fuck with me you won't survive
 Ikon been live since eighty five
 Monosyllabic characters; tragical crystallized
 Hit them guys, in they eyes with fuckin shrapnel
 Bomb they castle, set fire unto they chapel
 Wrap a lasso 'round rappers who wanna battle
 Hologram with two bare hands, crush you to gravel
 Evil raps'll reverse time and bring diseases
 Christians will worship Allah and Muslims will worship Jesus
 Kill all ya leaders, with my savage lyrical thesis
 Rip out my fuckin' heart and eat it before I'm defeated
 The one who's seated, on the throne within 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]