(feat. Static)

[Timbaland]

Yo (yo), yo, ay yo

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 (doooodooooo)

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, totin 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 on, Indian Carpet

C'mon, uh

Niggas act retarded

While they dance on, Indian Carpet

C'mon, uh

Let's get 'em started

While they dance on, Indian Carpet



[Timbaland]

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 ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruit

But your ears he