(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 cassettes, 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 shit 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 fucked the world
No contraceptive
And gave birth to an economic obsession
If I ruled the world man shit would be different
Kings and queens staying constantly lifted
Never slipping like tires from Michellin
The melting pot diversity all mixed in
No cocaine 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 shit it would be ours