Lyrics Gettaway (feat. Space & Nicole) - Missy Elliott , Nicole Wray , Space

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

I be writing, writing, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)
Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (you don't wanna battle)
Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (no, no, no)

Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready
Act like you know me
Fly, as friends be
'Cause I'm 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
Sees, no one, fly like these
Bees from overseas, we speak Chinese
Please, little one, please, please
You know my rhymes get tight
When I smoke all night

I be writing, writing, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)
Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (you don't wanna battle)
Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (me supa dupa, fly)

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 too hot
Melt down, now up in pot
Count down, three, two, one, 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

I be writing, writing, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)
Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (you don't wanna battle)
Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle

Ay, yo, I'm kinda scared to do this
'Cause Jimmy tryna scare me saying
I'ma 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
Oh, shit be a hit

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?