| I metamorph phrases to glaciers
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| Have 'em come together in liquid stages
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| Then turn down the temperature and have 'em frozen into a solid foundation
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| Now added to that this well produced amazement
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| The crash is enough, to have the world tipped off it’s axis a notch
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| It’ll take the likes of, Jedi Minds to construct new longitude lines
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| In order to get around but now, you’re askin' for too much
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| When minds put together
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| I’m like an alternative source of energy like, electricity generators
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| Separators of the wack rap, to the world reknownst individuals
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| Played in deuce parts life’s nara-rators
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| Rhyme gladiators, is what we’re referred as
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| Food for thoughts tooken offa ya plate instead you’re served trash
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| Ikon and Logic serve as my accomplices
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| And bring our own form of trinity to show y’all onto this
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| Rhyme patterns come across as astonishing
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| So I have all right to feel myself to the point of genetalial fondlin'
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| We the three emcees that rock that shit
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| Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
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| «Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram»
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| I spread around me a viral infectious faculties
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| Applied chiropractically so rappers cannot come back to me
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| Simply outta respect, or suffer the consequence
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| The effect of which is that of absent father neglect
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| Wreakin' havoc, on egos speakin' magic
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| Castin' the curse on fashion emcees Parisian fabric
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| Send 'em wandering through the labyrinth
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| As far as cuttin' careers short on mics
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| I’m what the NYPD is to entrapment
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| The epitome of half-bent, yet schooled
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| Engineers peep the structure of my mind
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| Now they wonder how the math went
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| L was made to ascend, which is evident by my descent
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| Spreadin' east to west like European settlements
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| Sequence, but even, I’m captured
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| Self-destructive explosive devices react before my mind is ever mastered
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| Which makes me a Trojan horse of sorts
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| Drainin' your plasma till your rhythm section hardly contorts
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| My stats in the orators sport
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| Draw more foolish queries, than the Warren Report
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| And the single bullet theory
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| We the three emcees that rock that shit
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| Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
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| «Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram»
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| We the three emcees that rock that shit
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| Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
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| «Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram»
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| You fuck with me and won’t survive
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| Ikon been live since eighty five
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| Monosyllabic havoc that’s tragic will crystalize
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| Hit them guys, in they eyes with fuckin' shrapnel
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| Bomb they castle, set fire unto they chapel
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| Wrap my lasso, 'round rappers who wanna battle
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| Hologram with two bare hands crush you to gravel
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| Evil raps’ll, reverse time and bring diseases
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| Christians will worship Allah and Muslims will worship Jesus
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| Kill all ya leaders, with my savage lyrical thesis
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| Rip out my fuckin' heart and eat it before I’m defeated
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| The one who’s seated, on the throne within a forcefield
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| Ya’ll get tossed I’m the boss like Holden Caulfield
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| Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism
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| Followed Solomon and prodded him at ya baptism
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| We the three emcees that rock that shit
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| Pick your 12 inch up and knock that shit
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| «Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trinity , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album Violent By Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп