Versuri 05. Indian Carpet

Timabaland's flow infamous 
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style 
For all man, woman and innocent child 
I have no perimeter 
Break all barriers in various areas 
My sound is mimicked 
Track prime minister, some say sinister 
None stoppin' the groove until when it's 
The climax, some niggas is bitin' my hot hats 
And followed my drum pattern, but I done that 
 
It's time to change, get more deranged 
Feels more strange 
Follow me through gravel and shallow trees 
From mountains to flat plain, to 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 
Then and open fire, to an 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, uh 
Niggas act retarded 
While they dance on Indian carpet 
Come on, uh 
Let's get 'em started 
While they dance on Indian carpet 
 
Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the golden child 
T.V. playin' like the poltergeist, must been on overnight 
I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to it 
Could it be the son of Christ, I 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 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 
But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produce 
Then my hallway darkened 
I felt the power surge rush throughout my apartment 
And the glance callin' like 
 
Let's get 'em started 
While they dance on Indian carpet 
Come on, uh 
Niggas act 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 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 key, world denyin' 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 
Low rent for your mom, gotta get away 
Smoke, hate 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, uh 
Niggas act retarded 
While they dance on Indian carpet 
Come on, uh 
 
Let's get 'em started 
While they dance on Indian carpet 
Niggas act 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