Elliott Missy Gettaway Lyrics

Gettaway Lyrics

(feat. Nicole, Space)

 

 [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]