Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gettaway , by - Missy Elliott. Song from the album Supa Dupa Fly, in the genre R&BRelease date: 10.07.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Gettaway |
| 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 |