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