Trinity (Interlude)

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 ****

You made the album colorful like crayon that lay on the picture

3!

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 ****, 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 joine Slum Vill

Yessuh!

Yes... my **** 30 kept the self-respect alive

Another diamond in ya crown, for holdin' it down

Now if it wasn't for my **** 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

T3's, you've reached your plat' talk

Thanks for being part of the group – you made it our call

(You made it our call, my ****!)

Yeah – Slum Village!

Trinity album!

Yeah...

Baa-tizzle!