Jedi Mind Tricks - Trinity Feat. Lous Logic and L-Fudge lyrics

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[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 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

Played in deuce parts life's nara-rators

Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as

Food for thoughts tooken offa ya plate instead ya serve 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 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 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

While snatchin' a arm in this sport

Drove off on ya squarely, then the Warren report

And the single bullet theory

Hook (x2)

[Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]

You fuck wid me you won't survive

Ikon been live since eighty five

Mine'll still have a carat thats tragical crystallized

Hit them guys, in they eyes wid fuckin shrapnel

Bomb they castle, set fire into they chapel

Wrap a lasso round rappers who wanna battle

Hologram wid two bad hands force you to grapple

Evil wraps you, reverse time and bring diseases

Christians will worship Allah and Muslims will worship Jesus

Kill all ya leaders, wid my savage lyrical thesis

Rip out my fuckin' heart and eat it before I'm defeated

The one who seen it, on the throne was in 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]