[Verse 1: K. Dot]
I sit on the studio couch
 Ask myself what the [bad word] am I thinking about
Thinking 'bout living without the past and the present
 Dr. Dre record, imagine, I drift of 600 seconds
 10 mintues exact, letting my mind explore
 K. Dot had turned Curious George
 You know, off the hardship is what I'm curious for
Like what if Pac had never looked left to holla at broads
 Before he turned right to get them shots through the door
They say Suge did it, but he was in emergency clinic
 So he'd risk his own life, to get someone else killed
 But in the process, get injured, it don't make sense
It's like the Da Vinci Code, trying the solve the crime of these rap souls
What if B.I.G. never did it big
 Never went to L.A., would it make a difference in them bullet-holes
Would it make my flow flow more persistent
 Would it raise up the bar [bad word]  who knows
Who told Nastradamus baby momma was f*cking with HOV
 Would the battle be less interesting, if it wasn't personal
If Jay wasn't intimate, there'd probably be less people listening
 People thinking its a publicity stunt
 What if he partnered with Jay and still didn't blow
Hip-hop would really be f*cked
 Something like nill-vanilly
 Nothing different, quite similar
 Filling up my mind capacity
 Thinking about Martin Luther, on the balcony
 What if the shooter-
 Better yet, what if Malcolm on the side
 Killed two birds with one stone, both would've died
 Now lets rewind

[Hook-D'Angelo]
 Before we go
 Can you imagine?
 Picture years, with your mom
 Can you imagine?
 Hang her picture in the sky
 Can you imagine?
 Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life

 [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Imagine if Tookie was a Blood, Look, no disrespect
 But would there be more Bloods than Crips sets
Dominating the population of-
 L.A., Orange County, the Valley, and back up to the bay
Matter fact, imagine if we didn't really start this gangster sh*t
 Y'all wouldn't have nothin' to spit
 No drive bys, no flags stickin' out pockets
 No NWA dudes, just rappin like Cre [bad word]  Imagine if my conception??? walked in the zone too
 Feet no paralyzed, would he be alive
 Or would he been lost his life to the streets
 No match, no cars in that driveway
What if freeway rick never was a kingpin
 On this L.A. strip, would these rap n*ggas use his name
 Nah, what if rap n*ggas never had rap would they try to fall back on this [bad word] game
 These rappers [bad word] backwards
Now these rappers getting caught with the cocaine
 Not to smoke, but to slang
Imagine that people not knowing these rap n*ggas insane
 Just think about it

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Punch]
Imagine life without death would you even feel alive
Your people that passed, what if they never died
 Imagine seeing your mom cry, tears of happiness
 Knowing her son safe, and she ain't lost him to this madness
The street living what if the crack epidemic
 Never reached the projects and destroyed our buildings
 Turned most of us to killers, innocent victims
 Imagine if heroine didn't affect our system
 They say [bad word] money funding the labels today
What about the [bad word] money that's funding the C.I. Imagine if they really tried to fix these streets
 Would they start in the hood, or executive suites
 Where the real criminals meet, and principals beef with me
 You could possibly live without heat
Imagine if Al Gore, had won that election
 Would the Twin Towers still stand erected
 Imagine the penal system without witness protection
 Would there be these many cowards on the stand telling
 I don't know, I'm just speaking my mind
 Lost in my own soul, Just press rewind and imagine

(Training day, training day)