
Date of issue: 24.06.2007
Record label: Catapults
Song language: English
Can You Imagine |
It all started back in '97 |
An adolescent with big dreams |
And sick skeems, whenever the knowledge’s tested |
She had the hottest essence, the whole nine yards |
Enough to make my mind go, oh my gosh |
She had me hooked like addiction to drugs |
The proper term for the moment, unconditional love |
Just like the crips and the bloods, she had me howering over the streets |
She’s the reason for this, and considering my solo release |
The reason why I even flow over beats |
The reason why I, Prop Dylan even rose from defeat |
Now I am standing on both of my feet, don |
She’s my life, my shoulder to weep on |
She’s gods gift to the man, yes |
Fullfilling my list of demand, it’s sick when I fantisize |
About a life without her body and soul |
Without her shine in my life, I am rock bottom in soil |
Can you imagine a goddess, who lifts you up |
No matter how hard it is, when it gets corrupt |
She’s there for you, wiping up the drips of blood |
Never quick to judge, she only wish for love |
She had me feeling like a king with a crown |
Cuz everytime that I mentioned her name, heads were spinning around |
Our steps quivered the ground, in every town that we walked |
Loud when she talked, getting rounds of applause |
She took me down to New York, so I could spot her stomping grounds |
She picked me up, straight out the box of lost and found |
Whenever I was bossed and tossed around |
She told me to walk my own path, like a nomad |
Never will I lose her, that’ll be the day they put a toetag |
On my notepad, there’s no match, for a starving artist |
I was partly cautious, but she was all I wanted |
From March to August, yeah I fought for her heart |
Even though I was born the chosen one like the Dalai Lamas |
Out the darkest waters, she bloomed to a queen |
Soon to be free, when I am persuing my dreams |
It’s not just sunny days, cuz now the page has been flipped |
From a saint to a dangerous sadistic b*tch |
What a waist of a gift, traded for the devil inside |
I’mma never be bitter instead I’mma thrive |
But I want her dead or alive, whenever she’s spreading her thies |
For a lot of dudes, just to knock 'em boots, like a prostitute |
All of this cuz she got alot of a’s and o’s |
Like a conquered boxers, locker room |
Guess it’s the shocking truth, that keeps on chasing me down |
With a foot to the neck, when I am placed on the ground |
But she’s right there, as a boost of confidence |
Helps me out whenever I lose my common sense |
What if I gave her a second to breathe |
Would it be like that day when I got swept up my feet, huh? |
Name | Year |
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G.R.I.N.D | 2009 |
Keep on Moving ft. Rakaa Iriscience, Evidence, Prop Dylan feat. Logophobia, Rakaa Iriscience & Evidence of Dilated Peoples | 2013 |
Big Hiphop | 2019 |
Down for Whateva | 2019 |
You! | 2009 |
All Gravy | 2019 |
Calm Down | 2019 |
Doubt ft. Prop Dylan, Mr Noun | 2019 |
Still Imagine | 2019 |
The Fat Lady | 2019 |
Oh My ft. DJ Stylewarz | 2019 |
Smile ft. Verb T | 2019 |
That Feeling | 2019 |
Life Mission ft. Promoe | 2019 |
Andre Agassi ft. Prop Dylan | 2017 |
This Song Does Not Exist (Beat By Snowgoons) ft. Prop Dylan | 2012 |
Where the Wild Things Are | 2019 |
If I Could ft. Supastition | 2019 |