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 join 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

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 ****!)

Yeah – Slum Village!

Trinity album!

Yeah...

Baa-tizzle!