Trinity (Interlude)

[Intro: scratches by DJ Dez]

[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 joine 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
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!)

Yeah – Slum Village!
Trinity album!
Yeah...
Baa-tizzle!

[*more DJ Dez scratches*]

[*piano sample to the "One" beat starts to creep in*]