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This track immediately establishes a powerful, almost elemental force at its core. The opening lines compare lyrical construction to geological processes, transforming words into liquid, then freezing them into a solid foundation. This suggests a deliberate, meticulous craft that aims for permanence and impact, capable of shifting the world's axis. The narrator positions himself as an "alternative source of energy," separating "wack rap" from the genuine article, and declaring himself and his collaborators as "rhyme gladiators" delivering "food for thoughts." The introduction of "Ikon and Logic" as accomplices solidifies the "trinity" concept, promising a formidable union. The central tension revolves around the trio's perceived superiority and the destruction they bring to lesser MCs. Louis Logic describes his influence as "viral infectious," applied "chiropractically" to ensure opponents can't recover. He likens the consequence of disrespect to "absent father neglect," wreaking havoc on "fashion emcees." The imagery of cutting careers short and being an "entrapment" for the NYPD highlights their role as a destructive, inescapable force. This aggressive stance is further amplified by Ikon the Verbal Hologram, who promises survival is impossible and threatens to "bomb their castle" and crush opponents to "gravel." The most striking aspect of the writing is the consistent use of grand, often violent, metaphors to describe lyrical prowess. Ikon's threat to "reverse time and bring diseases" or cause "Christians will worship Allah and Muslims will worship Jesus" is a hyperbolic, almost apocalyptic vision of their lyrical dominion. This extreme imagery, coupled with the self-proclaimed "trinity" and the chorus's boast of being "the three MCs that rock that shit," creates an aura of almost divine, or at least supernatural, power. The lyrics suggest their collective impact is not just about skill, but about fundamentally altering the landscape of hip-hop. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unwavering confidence and the sheer force of their imagery. The MCs don't just claim to be good; they articulate their skill through metaphors of natural disaster, viral contagion, and divine judgment. This relentless assertion of dominance, combined with the tight-knit "trinity" structure, creates a compelling narrative of an elite force ready to dismantle any competition. The writing aims to leave the listener awestruck by the sheer audacity and power projected by the group.

Jedi Mind Tricks & L-Fudge & Louis Logic - Rap

Trinity

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[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 nara-rators 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 me a 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 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 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"

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Writers: L-Fudge
Louis Logic
Vinnie Paz

Trinity

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