Indian Carpet

Ah huh huh huh come on what
Huh huh huh huh huh huh yo, yo, ay yo

Timbaland's flow venomous 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

Let's get 'em started
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh
Make' em act retarded
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, 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
TV 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 heavenly, when 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

Let's get 'em started
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh
Make' em act retarded
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh

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
C'mon, uh
Make' em act retarded
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh

Let's get 'em started
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh
Make' em act retarded
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh

Indian carpet
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
Indian carpet
While they dance on, Indian Carpet



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Melvin Barcliff, Shawn Carter
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