[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
 
 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 nara-rators
 
 Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as
 
 Food for thoughts tooken offa ya plate instead ya serve thrash
 
 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 geneterial fondlin'
 
  
  [Hook]
 
 We the three emcees that rock that shit
 
 Pimpin' talk and jump 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
 
 The epitomy 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 desce