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