Gettaway - Missy Elliott, Nicole Wray, Space

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

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)

Verse Three:

We high tech like Timbo’s

Slap faces of dirty hoes

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

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