Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Tim Mosley, Valerie Simpson, Nickolas Ashford, Missy Elliott
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Missy ElliottGettaway Lyrics:
[Verse One:]
Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize
You chastize 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 enferno One verbs be frightening And
for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in
camoflauge 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
Virgina bitch galactic
[Chorus]
I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday
Don´t you say no more you don´t want
to battle Said I´m writing rhymes, writing
rhymes everyday Don´t you say no more you
don´t want to battle
[Verse Two:]
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
lala Hallah, fala, don´t bother to swalla
This bottle of remmy, 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 scratch our knees Please, little one,
please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke
all night (chorus comes in)
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
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 aint 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 Comatize like
Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a
televize from satelite on Nightline Yeah,
wouldn´t you like to get away To the moon We
shine like stars Lock down like metal bars
[Chorus]
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 [repeat]
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