[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 !@#^ysis 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 $$#hole
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 !@$!ant
Your game's !@$!ed
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]