Trinity (Interlude)

[Intro: DJ Dez scratches] [Verse 1: Elzhi] Yo, 'Tin – You the old soul in the group – priestly robe Wrote a scroll on a hoe, glass of Marlot Chardonnay, Cadillac car, blowed trees on the bus You was sick on the tour Still you moved like liquid, attempt to perform That's dedication Judge the days from the life of your son Who's the biggest since I last witnessed Tantra herbs, oil scented Mixin' Egyptian with the Blue Nile Livin' description of "inventin' new styles daily" Trinity's finished – you did it, my nigga You made the album colorful like crayon that lay on the picture 3! [Verse 2: T3] Yeahhh! He's Elzhi for 7, speaks with mad diction Words as vivid as a verse from a scripture He writes with no digits – shit, his mind paints a picture Known to devour niggas, he's mildly explicit Lemme take you where we first met – now, WALK WITH US... '96 in The Shop, in the Deuce, through Proof I heard vocals let loose – he was El' fa' re'll A couple years down the line, he'd join Slum Vill Yessuh! [Verse 3: Baatin] Yes... my nigga 30 kept the self-respect alive Another diamond in ya crown, for holdin' it down Now if it wasn't for my nigga Tray Shit, wouldn't be words for the soul to reflect Perfection on this whole scheme of rap dreams... Seems nowadays, I guess, it's hard bein' R.L.  Who never fell From the best of emcees T-threez, you've reached your plat' talk Thanks for being part of the group – you made it our call (You made it our call, my nigga!) Yeah – Slum Village! Trinity album! Yeah... Baa-tizzle! [Outro: DJ Dez scratches]