Imagine

"Imagine Instrumental" - Produced by DJ Numark

Lyrics: David Berner and Derek Ehlert

:Lyrics are a product of David Berner and Derek Ehlert and are not to be reused or redistributed in any way:

Verse 1 (David)

Imagine that my hands were a different color

in a bubble with a significant other or my brothers,

I learned from my mother, we're all created equal

and Hip-Hop comes with 12 inches and a needle

so my conscience has got the best of me,

proceedin' through my life to 86 my greed

and I don't know where to lead so I ask you,

My pen writes Hip-Hop as my tongue speaks truth

so imagine, imagine the life that I live, 

flows of poetry ever since I was a kid

I find it deep inside my consciousness,

Layin' freestyles as the 12 inch rips

so imagine, imagine a rhyme you couldn't fathom

back to the alleys and the roots of how it happened,

a kid that didn't know where he was goin'

closed eyes to imagine as he stated flowin'

Verse 2 (Derek)

Imagine what my past is worth to the passion

suburban outcast rockin' all the urban fashion

back of the class, writin verses

with the pen I was claspin, workin the days away

waitin' on the day to cash in

Now everyone askin, for the reason for the things I conceive

it seems the reason to give the beat box the will to breathe

If I get locked in a box, I know my minds still feelin' free

Its bafflin' to me to wonder where we'd be,

If Kool Herc never learned to scratch a record

or Grand Master Flash never passed on "The Message",

It's more than the cars, clothes and hoes 

that makes the flow so infectious,

It takes multiple perceptions to put it all in perspective

so check it,

we went from raisin' bass and blazin' in the basement

to rockin' ya place straight from the radio station,

to see Pac on the Pope's playlist is an amazement

we're finally seein' things change, until then be patient 

and just imagine..

imagine..

Verse 3

(David)

Imagine that my rhymes were food for thought,

in an underground mindframe rhymes can't be bought

but really did you think that you could ever find, 

in this space in time, something better for your mind

(Derek)

Just imagine ONE TIME,

awakin' from the mainstream pipe dream,

from the dark to the daylight

make me fiend for the soul supreme,

so don't be nervous for the nourishment

so organic as a piece of the planet 

in its purest sense

(David)

The purest sense, the soul pertains to the lips

it will leave ya blind eyes when the moon is eclipsed,

emerging from the mist are two men with the sense

leading you to imagine real Hip-Hop still exists

(Derek)

Lames still ill equipped, though what we rip

is used for the muse of the new movement,

supercharged bars give way to the new nuisance

rhythmatic addict got you groovin' on some cool shit

bringin' back some beyond honest music

and its like that...

Just Imagine..