Artist: BrassMunk Album: Dark Sunrise Song: Imagine That Typed by: UGRLS Webmaster [Verse 1] Just imagine you feel like That you want to walk on air and it's your real life We the ones! Still blasting niggaz but don't own guns Inhale the breath of the world to expand my lungs! We sounding tight, Detonate the dynamite! Gonna climb the ladder height, Show you cats how to write Out of sight Brass is shining but you never see the light Don't compare me to you man we like day and night! Woooosh!! Let me splash the track Soak you like when I pat the cat Cause I move like wind Hot when I'm poppin in In all things like I'm oxygen - Breath it in!!! It's a higher clash with a dash of dust My arms swing like I'm Maximus, Now back it up!!! We turn cats to hermaphrodites Just because they ain't acting right We're the cure!!! [Chorus] So don't!! Fuck around you're bound to flop your show It's like my rhymes will stop your flow Matter of fact we gon smack ya flat So make room for the ones who strapped- Just relax and imagine! So don't!! Fuck around you're bound to flop your show It's like my rhymes will stop your flow Yo I don't know where your minds is at You small time in this thing called rap. Just relax and imagine! [Verse 2] Imagine lyricists without no dope lyrics Imagine worshippers chasing false spirits Surprise!!!Open your eyes. This is the everyday So get up out my way or hear me when I spray I came to bring the truth. Fire proof the booth now!! My heat makes summer sun rays cool down! I could freeze planets Pause the stress and panic These words running round your head like they're bandanas! Dawg it's bananas Hot like savannas Make niggaz go to bed early Wearing pyjamas!!!!! We shine bright like lights from cameras Snapping a shot Rapping it hot Cracking your knot Your optical vision can't catch these scripts Brass is pullin at your soul like we excorcists We serving raps like we Mexicans who rock Timberlands. Trip!! Every time that we spit your legs crippling [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ain't no special tricks Ain't no secrets - The truth is we hit like bricks I'm make you vibe like when you buy kicks The big fish I eat chumps like fried fish I appear like an angel do I'm capable To make you bounce funny like a kangaroo BRASS. We showing you a thang or two Matter fact make y'all rappers go through some de ja vu Somebody stop us! Before we go overload Push you back so far you change zip codes It's the last verse Put 'em in the cast - Hurst and all!! Shot's bursting off The vibe spreading like sisket My rhymes like a chop or swift kick That leave you one eyed like Slick Rick You stupid ass don't you get it We done did it We're the ones you best come with it!!!!! [Chorus]