[Verse One: Zen] Come one, come all To the Visionary hall I would like to Cordially invite you The night is young Might you Or shall I say, might we Develop a relationship rightly Rhettmatic will be our sound provider Strike a match to burn, we hold the mic tighter In light of the situation we got five emcees Of varying degrees and faculties Bring in the scratch, please [Turntable solo: DJ Rhettmatic] [Verse Two: 2Mex] Just learn from us A combustible bus of trust The inner analysis of us Unearthing palaces of dust I'm balancing with every gust of air Customers' Medicare Medical Musketeer with the musket there The son with the mussed up hair Declares that every nowhere Shall know everywhere My stocks are like sun colored blocks Brightest crayon in the box And the coldest beer in the fridge The oldest pier in the bridge I told the dear it was a privilege Just to be in tune While the world's throwing darts at balloons I'm stuck in the dunes And [scratch] your platoon You're an asshole You're a hassle I'm master, fully astral [Turntable solo: DJ Rhettmatic] [Verse Three: Zen] Hands up This is a shakedown To take down The rest of you non-believing emcees Envious Of the way I adjust With a little bit of rage And rush to the middle of the stage And bust like TNT Must you believe it was started in a mid When it was being done to the left of the myriad Eons ago And beyond the flow We had continuity And fluidity Pure stupidity Has gotten some born on this coastal region Believing no ingenuity would be this close to home The truth'll be told through this microphone Behold a time when a fellowship of rhymes It beginning in the ninety-nine Furthest surface from the underside tide with the ride [Verse Four: 2Mex] Come one, come all To the Visionary hall Ray Parker Jr. calls me when he needs a little bit of Ghostbusting West Coast hustling Every letter is a little lighter Lighting all you bent up biters Bitter firefighters Our girls are tighter My crew is flame retardant Your game's retarded My name is guarded and darted at And I'm a part of that California carnival Elephantiasis of the audible Innervating intervals My tabernacle Will tackle your tobacco Even my echoes are art deco All of my adlibs Are louder than the speakers at your crib [Turntable solo to fade]