Ode to Timbaland
Timbo, how I love thee;
You make such mad beats;
Your music is so layered and textured;
You spin gold from behind glass that is plated
Oh, Timbaland, Thomas Crown;
You've made stars from specks of dust;
Your songs are brillant,
especially with that mad beat box
Aaliyah was your baby girl;
Missy your partner in crime;
Of course we won't forget Magoo,
and you've made JT's star shine through
Timbo, never stop making music;
I wish you and I could make some bombs;
When will they see that you're a diamond in the rough,
Making beats so our bodies never stop
I love Timbaland. He's my FAVORITE producer. I think he can do no wrong. I want him to produce my first album (if ever someone were stupid enough to let me make one).
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