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 nudge
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
When mines 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 narrators
Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as
Food for thoughts tooken off ya plate instead ya 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 genitalia fondlin'
[Chrous]
We the three emcees that rock that sh*t
Pick ya 12 inch up and knock that sh*t
[Scratching]
Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram
[Louis Logic] (Louis Logic's verse CONFIRMED by Mr. Logic himself)
I spread the rhyme via viro infectious faculties,
applied chiropractically so rappers cannot talk 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,
casted to curse the 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/
Epitomy of half bent, yet schooled.
Engineers peeped 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 settlement sequence/
In event, I'm captured,
self destructive explosive devices react before my mind is ever mastered/
Which makes me a Trojan horse of sorts,
drainin' ya plasma til ya rhythm section organ contorts/
My stats in the orator sport draw more foolish query,
than the Warren Report and the Single Bullet Theory/
[Hook x2]
[Vinnie Paz]
You f*ck with me and won't survive
Ikon been live since eighty five
Monosyllabic havoc distragic will crystallize
Hit them guys
In they eyes with f*ckin' shrapnel
Bomb they castle
Set fire unto they chapel
Rap a lasso
Around 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 f*ckin' heart and eat it before I'm defeated
The one who seated, on the throne within a forcefield
Ya'll get tossed and feel lost like Holden Caufield
Raw deal, rappers decipher that skism
Followed Solomon and prodded him into baptism
[Chrous]