[Verse 1: MURS]
We are
3 of the most talented individuals to ever surround a microphone and bring what you deem lyrical
The spiritual, flawed. The audio immaculate
You'll never be this fresh no matter how many raps you spit
I'm passed your shit I've mastered it
Get blasted by a faster wit
This verse is so complex, it'll have an asterisk after it
And the footnote reads: Anyone found listenin' in opposition will be afflicted with a condition and internally bleed
Proceed
Into the magic of the 3
We authentic in the game you a facsimili
I just have to be me
I'm a bastard you see
Not happy unless the battle ends disastrously
That style you just shot: Bulls number 23
Meaning what you think is new is just a throwback to me
I rock that, drop that, go back to me
Which is lightyears ahead
Mic searin' red
Borderline telepathic meaning if you get swift
I can hit the right switch from, right here in bed
LIGHTS OUT!
From the youngest in the bunch
Since then anybody wanted battle brung a lunch
And if I swung a punch cooler heads prevail
Cooler than whale dick, slower than snail shit
Time (time.. time..)
That it took to get here
First chapter in the book look, bring the hook here

[Chorus x4: MURS x Eligh]
3, M G
We here to caravan the globe until we set the world free

[Verse 2: Scarub]
Yo, we started in the L.A. scene
A cool ass team of kids cuttin' school like guillotines
Skippin' classes hoppin' fences for the love of MCin'
Writin' raps while you was runnin' laps in PE and
MURS and E and Me see we is what your callin' clean
Category of allegory, we 3MG'n
Submarinen' on the under like your arm broke
Surface to air missile a riddle that'll leave your perception of what's fresh ripped and rittled
So you can poke your eye through and view a clearer picture
Get a richer sense of scripture from the rhymes we spit ya
Now picture this: The world is a field of dreams
And we up at bat like the police vs. Rodney King
3 L.A. kings with the means to bring a new ring to this musical thing we all know and love
Ya'll need to bump this loud
I push the pen like the birth of a child
Bring a new born sound to the crowd
Digest this here as if it was your last supper
Then hold it tight like your deepest secret
Or how my sneaks fit
Grand Caravan is the movement
To the Rim of the World is the destination
With skills that fuck with ya like fornication
It's all beat all heat 3 wise men on the grind
This just the first step in the journey the fortunes soon to unwind
The futures ours I know it's hard to believe
But it's all there like the reading of palms
I'm gone 3MGeesus
[Chorus x4: MURS x Eligh]
3, M G
We here to caravan the globe until we set the world free

[Verse 3: Eligh]
Never been so addicted to the microphone like right now
Injecting heroin, directly into a jet engine
Blow back wigs of you throwback kids when I show that sketch of the style
Stretched over time
With a rhyme like mine can't help to define a mind like mine
It's an intellectual extraterrestrial celestial body of mist
With a twist
Open your bottle cap
"POOF"
Emerge a gypsy tipsy with urge to surge a fist
Into the urgent-ness of the situation at hand
What could it be?
Who could achieve anything that they believe
They could if they say what they meant when they needed to say it
Play it loud
Say it Proud
The tightest and the brightest star in the hemisphere
Lightest bars for the heaviest ears
Got this far might as well clear
Universe this stratosphere
Doesn't matter what your status is
There's badder kids from the front to the read
Especially one of these 3 here
Next generation flex penetrations
Same motherfuckers like tuna appear on the dock of the bay like a catch
Of the day
Which way you wanna see it (loud) when I prefer to marinate
They cook my style by the rays of the sun
Sometimes I play for fun this time for keeps so release my livelihood
I'm highly lowdown
With a rhyme patter that accelerates then slows down
Which one of you wants to see first hand on the Grand Caravan to the land of the lost, and found
On the rebound
Scientific measurement put into every word in my regiment
As if it's not so evident when I rip it down for my president
The green ones not the demons
Not from the seaman of a he-man or a wee-man
But an alien
Alias Gandalf the Crow
Why is it that way? I say so
You say you can flow I say No
Opinionated prophet proving your proverbs like Plato
Melancholy will never folly 'till brain covered by halo
HA-LO