Louis Logic - Trinity lyrics

[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 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' [Hook] We the three emcees that rock that sh** Pick your 12 inch up and knock that sh** "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 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 Hook (x2) [Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] You f** with me and won't survive Ikon been live since eighty five Monosyllabic havoc that's tragical crystalized Hit them guys, in they eyes with f**in' shrapnel Bomb they castle, set fire unto they chapel Wrap my la**o, '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 m**ms will worship Jesus k** all ya leaders, with my savage lyrical thesis Rip out my f**in' heart and eat it before I'm defeated The one who's seated, on the throne within a forcefield Ya'll get tossed and feel lost like Holden Caulfield Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism Followed Solomon and prodded him at ya baptism [Hook]