Timbaland
Yo (yo)yoay yo
Timabaland s flow infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style
For all manwoman and innocent child
I have no perimeter
Break all barriers in various areas
My sound is mimicked
Track prime ministersome say sinister
None stoppin the groove until when it s
The climaxsome niggas is bitin my hot hats
And followed my drum patternbut I done that
It s time to changeget more deranged
Feels more strange (doooodooooo)
Follow me through gravel and shallow trees
From mountains to flat plainto 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 dancinsayin "hellhe s handsome" in Spanish
We was fine until the subtitles vanished
Then and open firetotin opium
Higher than I ever been in my life
Heard cries throughout the night like

Chorus: Static
Let s get em started
While they dance onIndian Carpet
C monuh
Niggas act retarded
While they dance onIndian Carpet
C monuh
Let s get em started
While they dance onIndian Carpet

Timbaland
Ay yoI woke up to a bowl of rice like the Golden Child
T.V. playin like the Poltergeistmust been on overnight
I saw a strong beam of lightdecided to walk to it
Could it be the son of ChristI decided to talk to it
In the halls I heard music shoutin beautiful calls
And I swore I heard a voice say:
It s yours mygift to youto do what you choose
But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move
I hear ya dudeand me bein a barrel of fruit
But your ears heavenlywhen I sit in this chair and produce
Then my hallway darkened
I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment
And the glance callin like

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Magoo
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 bit Skid Row twice
Only ice I had put it in my orange Slice
What you know about livin in a jail when it ain t no bars
Handcuffed with no keyworld denyin your plea
A third-degree charge when it ain t no crime
Twenty-six years old and I got more time
Phone overduebaby on the waylow pay
Low rent for your momgotta get away
Smokehate nowthen you wanna talk about the ghetto
I m tenth generation of thatcame out the womb with a hat
Polo on and Nikes with a gold tooth
I m SupermanI can spit from any phone booth
You and your cold ass crew do what you do
Just remember Mag never feel goodI am the flu

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(feat. Static)

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