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 its axis a nudge
Itll take the likes of, Jedi Minds to construct new longtitude lines
In order to get around but now, youre askin for too much
With minds put together
Im like an alternative source of energy like, electricity generators
Separators of the wack rap, to the world reknownst individuals
Play the used parts lifes narrators
Rhyme gladiators, is what were referred as
Food for thoughts tookn off your plate, instead youre served trash
Ikon and Logic serve as my accomplices
And bring our own form of trinity to show yall onto this
Rhyme patterns come across as astonishing
So I have all right to feel myself to the point of genetalia fondlin
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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
Im 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, Im 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 orators 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 wont 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 rapsll 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 Im defeated
The one whos seated, on the throne within a forcefield
Youll get tossed and feel lost like Holden Caulfield
Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism
Followed Solomon and brought him in at ya baptism
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