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von BrassMunk

Imagine Songtext

Uh, hoo, yeah
Brass, uh

Just imagine you feel like
That you wanna walk an errand into real life, we the ones
Still blastin′ niggas but don't own guns
Inhale the breath of the world to expand my lungs
We soundin′ tight, detonate the dynamite
Gonna climb the ladder height, show you cats how to write
Out of sight (Brass shinin'), but you'll never see the light
Don′t compare me to you, man, we like day and night (Vroom)
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 (Breathin′ in)
Psyche clash with a stash of dust
My arms swing like I'm Maximus (Now back it up)
We turnin′ cats to hermaphrodites
Just because they ain't actin' right, we the cure


So don′t fuck around, you′re bound to flop
Your show is like my rhyme on top
Your flow, matter of fact, we gon' smack you flat
So make room for the ones who′s strapped, just relax
So don't fuck around, you′re bound to flop
Your show is like my rhyme on top
Your flow, yo, I don't know where your mind is at
You′re small time in this thing called rap, just relax, imagine

Imagine lyricists without no dope lyrics
Imagine what the bush snakes and frog 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 true fire, prove the booth now
My heat make summer sun rays cool down
I could freeze planets, pause, distress, and panic
These words run around your head like they bandanas
Dog, it's bananas, hot like savannas
Make niggas go to bed early, wear them pajamas
We shine bright like lights from cameras
Snappin' a shot, rappin′ the hot, crackin′ your knot
Your optical vision can't catch these scripts
Brass pullin′ at your soul like we exorcists
We servin' raps like we Mexicans who rock Timberlands
Trips, every time that we spit, your legs cripple


So don′t fuck around, you're bound to flop
Your show is like my rhyme on top
Your flow, matter of fact, we gon′ smack you flat
So make room for the ones who's strapped, just relax
So don't fuck around, you′re bound to flop
Your show is like my rhyme on top
Your flow, yo, I don′t know where your mind is at
You're small time in this thing called rap, just relax, imagine

Ain′t no special tricks
Ain't no secrets, the truth is we hit like bricks
I′ma make you buy just like when you buy kicks
The big fish, I eat chumps like fried shrimps
I appear like an angel do, I'm capable
To make you rap funny like a Kangaroo (Brass)
We showin′ you a thing or two
Matter of fact, make y'all rappers go through some things you blew
I want somebody to stop us before we go overload
Push you back so far, you change zip codes
It's the last verse, put ′em in the casket
Hearse and all, shots burst and all
The wise spreadin′ like Siskiyou
My rhymes like a shot with swift kick
To leave you one eye like Slick Rick
You stupid ass, don't you get it?
We done did it, we the ones, you best come with it

So don′t fuck around, you're bound to flop
Your show is like my rhyme on top
Your flow, matter of fact, we gon′ smack you flat
So make room for the ones who's strapped, just relax
So don′t fuck around, you're bound to flop
Your show is like my rhyme on top
Your flow, yo, I don't know where your mind is at
You′re small time in this thing called rap, just relax, imagine

Check it like that
Matter of fact, we gon′ smack you flat
So make room for the ones who's strapped, just relax, imagine
Big Brass, first class, killin′ all
Yo, I don't know where your mind is at
You′re small time in this thing called rap, just relax, imagine
Imagine
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