STONE TABLE

Missy Elliott & Space Nine & Virginya Slim - Rap, Alternative R&B
STONE TABLE
2 Plays
July 15, 1997.
Lyrics
[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh, uh Uh-huh Uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Space Nine, Space Nine & Missy Elliott] Close your eyes, visualize, Space Nine 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 Jenga, I mean, um I spit lightning on you, this tight thing Space Nine inferno, one verbs be frightening And for the sword fight 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, uh That's when I get ripped up, the whole world, fuck it G-S-E committee, got your panties shitty Clique be sick, colossal, you itty-bitty Space and Missy, sip my style 'til you're pissy Virginia bitch galactic, what the fuck? [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing rhymes, 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 (Yeah), writing rhymes every day (Writing rhymes every day) Don't you say no more, you don't wanna battle (No, no, ficky-ficky, no) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Mama, Daddy, you ain't ready Act like you know me, fly as friends bes I'm sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting, you sissy You diss me, you wish we was fucking tight Auntie, Papa, smoke, la-la Ha-la, fa-la, 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 (Uh-huh) Bees from overseas, we speak Chinese Please, little one, please flee You know my rhymes get tight when I smoke all my weed [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing rhymes, 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 (No), writing rhymes every day (Writing rhymes every day) Don't you say no more, you don't wanna battle (Uh-huh) Me, super-duper (Ficky, uh, what?), fly [Verse 3: Nicole Wray, Missy Elliott & Both] We high-tech like Timbos, slap faces of dirty hoes N-Y-M-B-A, a dirty combo when we play (Ooh) Swirl like the Milky Way, deep like my black hole I oppose to expose, chemical gases up your nose (Uh) Fade away like ozone, quasars, moons, and shit Ayo, Missy, where the clip? I think I need a hit Shitty Bs up in the place, wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face, but ain't even on the level (Uh-huh, ooh) I pull your wig back, let off steam like nasty pools (Uh-huh) The heat be too hot, melt down, now up in pot (Ooh) Count down, three, two, one, lift off, now over-tize (Uh-huh) Venus, we circlize, and Mars, we tantalize (Uh-huh) Comet-ize like Hale-Bopp, smoking trees nonstop Then I send a televise from satellite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away (Uh) to the moon? We shine like stars, lock down like metal bars [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing rhymes (Yeah), 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 (Baby), writing rhymes every day (Every day) Don't you say no more, you don't wanna battle (Yeah), uh [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Ayo, 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 (Uh-huh) Do my own shit (Uh-huh) Sing my own shit (Uh-huh) Shit be a hit Oh, shit be a hit (Uh-huh, you know what?) [Outro: Missy Elliott] My style is a one in a million I flow on and on and on (Uh-huh, uh-huh) My rhymes give you a really good feeling (Say what? Say what? Uh-huh, uh-huh) All day long (Rewind it, yeah) My style is a one in a million (Say what, say what?) I flow on and on and on (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) My rhymes (Uh-huh, uh-huh) give you a really good feeling (Yeah, come on) All day long (Say what?) Let me listen
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