my pilgrimage to the slum village reveals the image of correction,
I avoid flashy gimmicks in lyrics to gain attention,
It's the wicked stigma that prevents the instant vintage but I only deal with real game and never dabble in a scrimmage.
I drop paradigms, well read between line vicinities, because my mind defines rhymes of the divine slum trinity.
T3, Baatin and Ehlzi formulate the trilogy,
They spit verse and coerse the crowds of detroit rock city.
They exploit the plot simply, and proceed to make history by exposing fake miniatries wihtin the taintd industry.
This composition was sparked by premonitions and marked by inner visions of the op {okayplayer} coalition, I read it like religion