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 that's 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
Elo-rapsol, 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's seated, on the throne within 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:]
[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 that's 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 Elo-rapsol, 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's seated, on the throne within 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:] Explain Request ×
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