Jedi Mind Tricks, Louis Logic, L-Fudge - Trinity lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks, Louis Logic, L-Fudge - Trinity lyrics]
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 longitude lines
In order to get around but now
You're askin' for too much
When 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 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 genetalial fondlin'
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge
Ikon the verbal hologram"
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 Parisian fabric
Send 'em wandering through the labyrinth
As far as cuttin' careers short on mics
I'm what the NYPD is to entrapment
The epitome of half-bent, 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 react
Before my mind is ever mastered
Which makes me a Trojan horse of sorts
Drainin' your plasma till your
Rhythm section hardly contorts
My stats in the orators sport
Draw more foolish queries
Than the Warren Report
And the single bullet theory
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge
Ikon the verbal hologram"
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge
Ikon the verbal hologram"
You fuck with me and won't survive
Ikon been live since eighty five
Monosyllabic havoc that’s tragic
Will crystalize hit them guys
In they eyes with fuckin' shrapnel
Bomb they castle, set fire unto they chapel
Wrap my 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
Ya'll get tossed I'm the
Boss like Holden Caulfield
Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism
Followed Solomon and prodded him
At ya baptism
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge
Ikon the verbal hologram"
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 longitude lines
In order to get around but now
You're askin' for too much
When 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 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 genetalial fondlin'
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge
Ikon the verbal hologram"
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 Parisian fabric
Send 'em wandering through the labyrinth
As far as cuttin' careers short on mics
I'm what the NYPD is to entrapment
The epitome of half-bent, 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 react
Before my mind is ever mastered
Which makes me a Trojan horse of sorts
Drainin' your plasma till your
Rhythm section hardly contorts
My stats in the orators sport
Draw more foolish queries
Than the Warren Report
And the single bullet theory
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge
Ikon the verbal hologram"
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge
Ikon the verbal hologram"
You fuck with me and won't survive
Ikon been live since eighty five
Monosyllabic havoc that’s tragic
Will crystalize hit them guys
In they eyes with fuckin' shrapnel
Bomb they castle, set fire unto they chapel
Wrap my 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
Ya'll get tossed I'm the
Boss like Holden Caulfield
Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism
Followed Solomon and prodded him
At ya baptism
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge
Ikon the verbal hologram"