(Super-Tanzi) Imagine no hate no war No bombs no tanks no more Imagine no rich no poor No tv no iphone four Tapes or ca**ettes, no CD decks Imagine no cash no checks No job stress, wieght off your chest No facebook no atms dog Imagine no cellphone text, no ups No cars no jets What would yall do next i mean Dog i feel God blessing me Its like marvin said Think about the children starving in Kampala and the gaza strip H.I.V. be targeting Think about the way they marketing To young kids tryna get the scholarship Whats wrong with it? Man its the wrong way Listen what the song say Yall lost like Dante Getting robbed in broad day My sh** is on the long play For the generation y2k I made this beat at three pm Used to waste time just sleeping in Till I stretched my soul out Took time just to etch my flow out Yes you know now, the magnanimous Dopest emcee thats rapping in the planet is Super-tanzi (Boomslang) If this world was mine I'd climb to the top of the grapevine And let marvin know everything will be just fine Musically i choose to be fluently expressive Directed at them nosey detectives The blessed reccession bush f**ed the world No contraceptive And gave birth to an economic obsession If I ruled the world man sh** would be different Kings and queens staying constantly lifted Never slipping like tires from Michellin The melting pot diversity all mixed in No c**aine no heron Fresh sour diesel prepared for the people No hate from the cathedral Cause we all equal The steeple replaced by paint from the eisel Funerals mothers never burried their sons Peep old folks just go in their sleep as they count sheep I'd give you the flowers If this world was mine sh** it would be ours