Artist: RPB
Album: 
Song:   Imagination
Typed by: Angry J

You're lacking the mental faculty to even discuss with us
or challenge our reign, let alone gain fame
You're fighting every step of the way
to find the answer to the cancer
or the the characteristic mystic
power that exudes from the shower of a flower
Symbolizing love, like a blanket that covers your senses
Climb the fences that keep you out from where you want to be
Measure my flow to accompany the tempo
it'll variate as i innovate to reciprocate for you imitate
I'll kick it fast...then i'll kick it slow
i'll tell you what, tell me how you want me to go
because i did it like this
i did it like that
i did it with the cat in the hat
oops did i say that?

I know i know you know I know we
I'm the ultra modern PC G.I. Joe
The Canadian-born ethnic superhero
Fully-posable atomic action figure
I'll rig ya, put you in the right frame of mind
For doing the right thing, it's always the right time.
Put your love into me and lemme encompass your mindstate
meditate and lemme elevate your mental state
Global energy joining together
similar birds our thoughts flock together
Measure your pace trekkin down these dark streets
Emotions wrapped up in these lyrics and beats
Talkin to me is like preachin to the choir
I'm on fire, raging at the hate not with it
I guess y'all want me to get specific
i'm not prolific, just a guy with a pen and pad
metaphorically that is, it doesn't matter where i write this
Popstars be sightless, minus the vision, not the tele
idolizing nelly

Take a old sample, make it hot
nowadays too much turns out pop
lacking the message and decent glow
not the type of music made to keep us whole
Not the glue, that binds the world
Rather by few, who own the world.
Record companies be labels in a dual sense
Instead of the music questin for dollars and cents
They also have an image as the destroyers of music
Instead of worshipping all they do is abuse it
Like a wino tippin a bottle to pour their hell out
Maybe one day labels will drop their damn sellouts
It's one thing wear a suit, it's another to be one
To each one must preach some encourage their freedom
I could be a jack of all rhymes but you know that ain't right
If I sign the wrong thing I'm encased in carbonite
Need a Skywalker to free me from the greed and glut
I'm the one trapped by Jabba the record slut