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Indian Carpet

Timbaland & Magoo feat. Static
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Come on, what? Yo, yo Ayo, Timbaland's flow is venomous Allow me to simmer this flow with limitless style For all man, women and innocent child I have no perimeter, break all barriers In various areas, my sound is mimicked Track prime minister, some say sinister Non-stoppin' the groove until when it's The climax, some niggas is bitin' my high hats And followin' my drum pattern, but I done had it It's time to change, get more deranged Feels more strange, doo-doo-doo Follow me through gravel and shallow trees From mountains to flat plane, through thunder and black rain Through the dream state of Utopia Woke up to the sounds of that man Timbaland Five Mexican bitches scopin' us Belly dancin' sayin' "Hell, he's handsome" In Spanish, we was fine until the subtitles vanished Standin' in an open fire totin' opium Higher than I ever been in my life Heard cries throughout the night like Let's get 'em started While they dance on Indian carpet Come on Make a man retarded While they dance on Indian carpet Come on Let's get 'em started While they dance on Indian carpet Ayo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the Golden Child TV playin' like the poltergeist must've been on overnight I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to it Could it be the son of Christ? I started to talk to it In the halls I heard music, some beautiful calls And I swore I heard a voice say "It's yours, my gift to you, to do what you choose But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move" I hear you, dude, and me bein' a barrel of fruit What you hear is heavenly, one of us in the chair and produce Then my hallway darkened I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment And the wind's callin' like Let's get 'em started While they dance on Indian carpet Come on Make a man retarded While they dance on Indian carpet Come on Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose When you was eatin' collard greens, I was eatin' these dreams I stepped in dog shit and hit Skid Row twice Only ice I had, put it in my orange slice What you know about livin' in the jail when it ain't no bars? Handcuffed with no key, world denied your plea A third-degree charge when it ain't no crime Twenty-six years old and I got more time Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay Warrant for your mom, gotta get away, smoke hay Now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto? I'm tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat Polo on, and Nikes with a gold tooth I'm Superman, I can spit from any phone booth You and your cold-ass crew do what you do Just remember, Mag never feel good, I am the flu Let's get 'em started While they dance on Indian carpet Come on Make a man retarded While they dance on Indian carpet Come on Let's get 'em started While they dance on Indian carpet Come on Make a man retarded While they dance on Indian carpet Come on Indian carpet While they dance on Indian carpet Indian carpet While they dance on Indian carpet