Missy Elliott — Gettaway

[Intro] Uhh Uh huh Uhh Uh huh [Verse 1: Nicole Wray] Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastise, but can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um, I spit like knee On you this tight thing Space nine inferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camouflage Remove your mask Let down your visage, but don't slip up 'Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world Fuck it G-S-E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virginia bitch galactic, what the fuck [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was fucking tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke la la Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of Rémy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we speak Chinese Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Verse 3: Space Nine] We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes N-Y-M-B-A Dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but ain't even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over-tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatose like Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televise from satellite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday (Everyday, yeah yeah) Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Ay yo, I'm kinda scared to do this 'Cause Jimmy tryna scare me saying I'mma give away my publishing But um, it don't matter 'Cause I write my own shit, do my own shit Sing my own shit Shit be a hit Shit be a hit [Outro: Missy Elliott] My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long (Rewind) My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long Lemme listen?