Missy Elliott Gettaway Lyrics

Gettaway Lyrics

[Featuring 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)