Uh-oh, here comes another one
One of those rumblin' tumblin'/
Type of beats to have
Your eardrums tremblin'/
And here they go again
Floatin right over it/
Potent vocal emotion
From Detroit, it's Slum Village/
Damn it hit's. . .
So what the damage is/
When they combine their manuscripts
And handle this/
Kids are panic strick
Their ego's need bandages/
As their delusions of grandeur
Vanish quick, Like blood so thick/
This trinity will
Never break or bend/
Smoother than sin
As they blend like juice and gin/
Throwing caution to the wind
Accosting these hip hop trends/
And it don't stop till the sun goes dim
And the earth can't spin/
And the moon won't glow
Cause it has no light to reflect/
And the blackhole that was once the sun
Sucks us into it's vortex/
As long as T3, Baatin, and Elzhi
Have mic's to check/
I'll be bouncin' to this Tainted track
Like Seattle rain bouncin' off my Gortex/
Much respect


See ya, Be ya, Free Mumia.