Symphony
Timbaland Lyrics


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Aye, I was mean
Before I became a feign
I took over the world
When they gave me a beat machine
And then I made my city jump, jump
Who's your favorite producer?
Come on baby, let it bump, bump
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon every time I can hold a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another home
Who you stunting on? I'm never off
I set it off like you was never home
Was dedicated, bop bop
Lit up my way, bounce bounce
Anyway I want, private jet, get it out
Will bread do? You know what Tim about?
Ferrari 599, windows tinted out
I, I, I'm the man, my, my beats is crazy
You want the sound, freaky freaky you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused
Never had no silver spoon
But you gotta long walk
Try and fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up

I'm a lead that's me (ay, what's your name?)
D.O.E on the M.I.C (and where you from?)
N.Y.C, make a billion G

Why don't you get on the mic
For the symphony (Okay, okay)

When you see me walk through, got the whole crew
Timbaland, he produced, if you're a fruit, produce
Riding it in the old school
Living like I'm old school
She french kissed my neck
And then I told her merci voux cou
Put it in your bag, no baby I ain't fat
When I fuck you it's a wrap
I'm a put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap
If I wasn't I'd be trapped with the mass
And I, and I'm coming for your stash
When I find out where you at
I'll be shimmying your lock
Get the fuck up out your bed
You better give me what you got
Want your money, money, money, money
Blind like there's no money, oh gotta go money
And his pocket's fully drained
And he's back to nothing change

And I'd wish he'd come run up on me
He gone find that he'd done made the wrong move

I ain't changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name
I'm from north side queens
Next up

Ha, ay yo, believe that's me
(And what's your name?) Bran'Nu A.K.A Brandy
(And where you from?) Mississippi
But was raised in Cali

Why don't you get on the mic
For the symphony (I got it, I got it ha)

It's been a long time coming, I'm back
Like I forgot something important
Hey, have a problem with me?
I've faded to black like church slacks
Now I'm in a range, no Cadillac
So you don't want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum
I got you head strung
It's my return like the kingdom come
I'm taking off like a rocket
I got this beat in my pocket
I keep your heart dropping (Bran'Nu)
Never gonna hold me back
Timbo put me on the map
Now you wanna say I act brand new
Just like my Pradda boots
Strutting like a model do
Don't you wish you had another chance to
Get up under my skin
Fronting like you getting in it
You keep running your mouth like them frogs do
I gotta learn, you like a school dude
Cause clearly you don't have a clue
So next up

Yeah, ay yo believe that's me
(And what's your name?) Attitude on the M.I.C
(And where you from?) Alabama be the bigger G

And why don't you get on the mic
For the symphony (okay)

All this dope shit never mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster
On my side, pride leashing, it's over
Come to fly to drive, I'm a need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of, like a G's supposed to
They can put me in the fed for what's in my sofa
Rap, wait, smack 'em if they say a part
Diss me, I'll put the ratchet
On you and your fading heart
I know that man never thought that it could happen
Got my shit on and then I hoped in the Aspen
Every chick I cash in, bigger pain in the ass and
Better new freak, she thicker then the last one
Naw I ain't never homie, music is my passion
I ain't show compassion at all, I be fucking
Yelling I'm the shit, if you with nobody's asking
Oh I'm on fire like the shit in the ass man
That's why I stay soaked on player
Like how we are fucking up the ozone layer




I drop a hit every time I got some shit to say
And If I miss I come back like a ricochet

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Timbaland's song Symphony are boastful and celebratory of the rapper's success in the music industry. The song begins with Timbaland bragging about how he took over the world after he was given a beat machine. He also compares himself to a music cyclone and a tycoon, indicating that he is a force to reckon with. He then emphasizes the fact that he has worked hard to get to where he is, and he did not have a silver spoon.


The next verses by D.O.E, Bran' Nu, and Attitude Bran' Nu continue with the same theme of success and achievement. D.O.E declares that he is still the same despite his success, and he is from North Side Queens. Bran' Nu exudes confidence and celebrates her return to the music scene, while Attitude Bran' Nu brags about his wealth and success in the music industry. Overall, the lyrics of the song Symphony highlight the success and perseverance of the rappers in their music ventures.


Line by Line Meaning

Aye, I was mean
Hey, I used to be rude and unkind


Before I became a feign
Before I became addicted


I took over the world
I gained dominance and influence globally


When they gave me a beat machine
When I was provided with a musical instrument


And then I made my city jump, jump
And then I energized my city, making it lively


Who's your favorite producer?
Who do you consider the best music producer?


Come on baby, let it bump, bump
Come on, baby, let the music play loudly


I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
I'm like a powerful, swirling force in music when I am focused


A typhoon every time I can hold a song
An extremely powerful storm of creativity whenever I create a song


A tycoon, I just went and brought another home
A wealthy and successful person, I just acquired another property


Who you stunting on? I'm never off
Who are you trying to show off to? I'm always active


I set it off like you was never home
I start the excitement as if you were never there


Was dedicated, bop bop
I was committed, expressing it with a sound


Lit up my way, bounce bounce
Brightened my path, moving with energy


Anyway I want, private jet, get it out
However I desire, private jet, make it happen


Will bread do? You know what Tim about?
Will money suffice? You understand Tim's perspective?


Ferrari 599, windows tinted out
Ferrari 599, windows have been darkened


I, I, I'm the man, my, my beats is crazy
I, I, I'm the best, my, my musical productions are extraordinary


You want the sound, freaky freaky you gotta pay me
If you want my unique musical style, you have to pay for it


But don't get it confused
But don't misunderstand


Never had no silver spoon
I never had a privileged upbringing


But you gotta long walk
But you have a difficult journey ahead


Try and fit Timbaland's shoes
Try to match Timbaland's success


And next up
And now, onto the next artist


I'm a lead that's me (ay, what's your name?)
I'm a prominent figure, that's who I am (hey, what is your name?)


D.O.E on the M.I.C (and where you from?)
D.O.E on the microphone (and where are you from?)


N.Y.C, make a billion G
From New York City, making a billion dollars


When you see me walk through, got the whole crew
When you see me entering, I am accompanied by my entire group


Timbaland, he produced, if you're a fruit, produce
Timbaland, he created the music, if you are unproductive, start being productive


Riding it in the old school
Driving in a classic car


Living like I'm old school
Living with a nostalgic and traditional mindset


She french kissed my neck
She passionate kissed my neck


And then I told her merci voux cou
And then I thanked her with a French phrase


Put it in your bag, no baby I ain't fat
Put it in your bag, no, I am not overweight


When I fuck you it's a wrap
When I have sex with you, it's fantastic


I'm a put you in the cab
I am going to take you home in a taxi


Better be happy I rap
You better be glad that I am a rapper


If I wasn't I'd be trapped with the mass
If I wasn't, I would be stuck with the majority


And I, and I'm coming for your stash
And I, and I am coming for your hidden money


When I find out where you at
When I discover your location


I'll be shimmying your lock
I will be picking your lock


Get the fuck up out your bed
Get out of your bed immediately


You better give me what you got
You better give me all that you have


Want your money, money, money, money
I want your money, money, money, money


Blind like there's no money, oh gotta go money
Blind as if there is no money, oh, I need to acquire money


And his pocket's fully drained
And his pockets are completely empty


And he's back to nothing change
And he is back to having no money


And I'd wish he'd come run up on me
And I wish he would come confront me


He gone find that he'd done made the wrong move
He will realize that he made a mistake


I ain't changed, still the same
I haven't changed, I am still the same person


D.O.E be the name
D.O.E is my name


I'm from north side queens
I am from the northern side of Queens, New York


Next up
Next artist


Ha, ay yo, believe that's me
Ha, hey, believe that it's me


(And what's your name?) Bran'Nu A.K.A Brandy
(And what is your name?) Bran'Nu also known as Brandy


(And where you from?) Mississippi
(And where are you from?) Mississippi


But was raised in Cali
But I was raised in California


It's been a long time coming, I'm back
It's been a while, but I have returned


Like I forgot something important
Like I forgot something significant


Hey, have a problem with me?
Hey, do you have an issue with me?


I've faded to black like church slacks
I've disappeared from the limelight


Now I'm in a range, no Cadillac
Now I have a luxury car, not a Cadillac


So you don't want it with me
So you don't want to challenge me


I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum
I am always on your mind like chewing gum


I got you head strung
I have you obsessed


It's my return like the kingdom come
It's my comeback like the Second Coming


I'm taking off like a rocket
I am rising quickly, just like a rocket


I got this beat in my pocket
I have this musical rhythm under control


I keep your heart dropping
I keep surprising you, making your heart skip a beat


Never gonna hold me back
They will never hinder my progress


Timbo put me on the map
Timbaland made me known in the music industry


Now you wanna say I act brand new
Now you want to say I am acting different


Just like my Pradda boots
Just like my designer boots


Strutting like a model do
Walking confidently like a fashion model


Don't you wish you had another chance to
Don't you wish you had another opportunity to


Get up under my skin
Get close to me emotionally


Fronting like you getting in it
Pretending like you are involved in it


You keep running your mouth like them frogs do
You keep talking excessively like those annoying frogs


I gotta learn, you like a school dude
I have to recognize, you are like an inexperienced person


Cause clearly you don't have a clue
Because obviously you have no understanding


So next up
So, onto the next


Yeah, ay yo believe that's me
Yeah, hey, believe that it's me


(And what's your name?) Attitude on the M.I.C
(And what is your name?) Attitude on the microphone


(And where you from?) Alabama be the bigger G
(And where are you from?) Alabama, representing greatness


All this dope shit never mediocre
All this exceptional stuff is never average


Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster
Plenty of money, so you know I need to keep a gun for protection


On my side, pride leashing, it's over
With my pride held back, it's finished


Come to fly to drive, I'm a need a chauffeur
I need a driver when I travel by plane or car


I get a whole lot of, like a G's supposed to
I receive a large amount, just as a gangster should


They can put me in the fed for what's in my sofa
Authorities can arrest me for what I hide in my couch


Rap, wait, smack 'em if they say a part
Rap, wait, strike them if they disrespect


Diss me, I'll put the ratchet
Insult me, and I'll use a firearm


On you and your fading heart
Against you and your diminishing courage


I know that man never thought that it could happen
I know that person never expected it to occur


Got my shit on and then I hoped in the Aspen
Got my belongings and then I entered the luxurious car


Every chick I cash in, bigger pain in the ass and
Every woman I gain wealth from, it becomes a bigger hassle


Better new freak, she thicker then the last one
Better new lover, she is more attractive than the previous one


Naw I ain't never homie, music is my passion
No, I am never stagnant, music is my true love


I ain't show compassion at all, I be fucking
I don't show any kindness, I am focused on sexual activity


Yelling I'm the shit, if you with nobody's asking
Exclaiming I am excellent, even when nobody inquires


Oh I'm on fire like the shit in the ass man
Oh, I am on fire like something explosive


That's why I stay soaked on player
That's why I stay well-prepared in my player lifestyle


Like how we are fucking up the ozone layer
Similar to how we are damaging the Earth's ozone layer


I drop a hit every time I got some shit to say
I release a successful song whenever I have something to express


And If I miss I come back like a ricochet
And if I fail, I return successfully like a rebound




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TIMOTHY CLAYTON, LESLIE JEROME HARMON, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY, JOHN M. MAULTSBY, BRANDY NORWOOD, KEITHIN JAMAL PITTMAN, JAMES DAVID WASHINGTON

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