Indian Carpet

<br>[Timbaland]<br>Yo (yo), yo, ay yo<br>Timabaland`s flow infamous<br>Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style<br>For all man, woman and innocent child<br>I have no perimeter<br>Break all barriers in various areas<br>My sound is mimicked<br>Track prime minister, some say sinister<br>None stoppin the groove until when it`s<br>The climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hats<br>And followed my drum pattern, but I done that<br>It`s time to change, get more deranged<br>Feels more strange (doooodooooo)<br>Follow me through gravel and shallow trees<br>From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rain<br>Through the dream state of utopia<br>Woke up to the sounds of that man Timbaland<br>Five Mexican bitches scopin us<br>Belly dancin, sayin &quot;hell, he`s handsome&quot; in Spanish<br>We was fine until the subtitles vanished<br>Then and open fire, totin opium<br>Higher than I ever been in my life<br>Heard cries throughout the night like<br><br>[Chorus: Static]<br>Let`s get `em started<br>While they dance on, Indian Carpet<br>C`mon, uh<br>Niggas act retarded<br>While they dance on, Indian Carpet<br>C`mon, uh<br>Let`s get `em started<br>While they dance on, Indian Carpet<br><br>[Timbaland]<br>Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the Golden Child<br>T.V. playin like the Poltergeist, must been on overnight<br>I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to it<br>Could it be the son of Christ, I decided to talk to it<br>In the halls I heard music shoutin beautiful calls<br>And I swore I heard a voice say:<br>It`s yours my, gift to you, to do what you choose<br>But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move<br>I hear ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruit<br>But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produce<br>Then my hallway darkened<br>I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment<br>And the glance callin like<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Magoo]<br>Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose<br>When you was eatin collard greens I was eatin these dreams<br>I stepped in dog shit and bit Skid Row twice<br>Only ice I had put it in my orange Slice<br>What you know about livin in a jail when it ain`t no bars<br>Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea<br>A third-degree charge when it ain`t no crime<br>Twenty-six years old and I got more time<br>Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay<br>Low rent for your mom, gotta get away<br>Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto<br>I`m tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat<br>Polo on and Nikes with a gold tooth<br>I`m Superman, I can spit from any phone booth<br>You and your cold ass crew do what you do<br>Just remember Mag never feel good, I am the flu<br><br>[Chorus]