| 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! |
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| 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 joine Slum Vill |
| Yessuh! |
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| 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 |
| 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 nigga!) |
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| Yeah – Slum Village! |
| Trinity album! |
| Yeah... |
| Baa-tizzle! |
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