[Verse 1: L-Fudge]

Yo, 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

It'll take the likes of Jedi Minds to construct new longitude lines

In order to get around but now, you're askin' for too much

When minds put together

I'm like an alternative source of energy like electricity generators

Separators of the wack rap, to the world beknownst individuals

Played in deuce parts life's narrators

Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as

Food for thoughts tooken offa your plate, instead you're served trash

Ikon and Logic serve as my accomplices

And bring our own form of trinity to show y'all how hard it is

Rhyme patterns come across as astonishin'

So I have all right to feel myself to the point of genetalia fondlin'

[Chorus]

We the three MCs that rock that shit

Pick your twelve inch up and knock that shit

"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the Verbal Hologram"

[Verse 2: Louis Logic]

I spread around the [?] viral infectious faculties

Applied chiropractically so rappers cannot come back to me

Simply out of 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 MCs, Parisian fabric

Send 'em wandering through the labyrinth

As far as cuttin' careers short on mics

I'm what the NYPD is to entrapment

The epitome of half-bent, 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 react before my mind is ever mastered

Which makes me a Trojan horse of sorts

Drainin' your plasma 'til your rhythm section hardly contorts

My stats in the orators' sport draw more foolish queries

Than the Warren Report and the single bullet theory

[Chorus]

We the three MCs that rock that shit

Pick your twelve inch up and knock that shit

"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram"

We the three MCs that rock that shit

Pick your twelve inch up and knock that shit

"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram"

[Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]

You fuck with me and won't survive, Ikon been live since '85

Monosyllabic characters tragic will crystalize

Hit them guys in their eyes with fuckin' shrapnel

Bomb their castle, set fire unto their chapel

Wrap my lasso 'round 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 your leaders with 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 a forcefield

Y'all get tossed and feel lost like Holden Caulfield

Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism

Followed Solomon and prodded him at your baptism

[Chorus]

We the three MCs that rock that shit

Pick your twelve inch up and knock that shit

"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram"