Yenilikçi Bir Sesin Doğuşu: 1997’nin Çığır Açan Albümüne Bakış

Müzik dünyasında bazı albümler sadece dönemini yansıtmakla kalmaz, aynı zamanda gelecekteki türlerin rotasını belirler. 1997 yılında dinleyiciyle buluşan bu yapıt, kendine has ritim anlayışı, cesur anlatımı ve tamamen özgün atmosferiyle ses getirdi. Sanatçının kendi kimliğini merkeze aldığı bu çalışma, sadece bir müzik koleksiyonu değil, aynı zamanda kişisel bir manifesto niteliği taşıyor. Ritmik çeşitliliğin ve lirik zekânın harmanlandığı bu albüm, dinleyiciyi sürekli tetikte tutan, alışılmışın dışında bir yolculuğa davet ediyor.

### Busta's Intro

* **Ana Tema:** Albüme girişteki hazırlık aşaması ve enerjinin yükseltilmesi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün kapısını aralayan bu parça, bir tür "sahneye davet" işlevi görüyor. Dinleyiciye, albümün geri kalanında nasıl bir tavırla karşılaşacağını haber veriyor. Odak noktası; özgüvenin vurgulanması ve dinleyicinin beklentisini en üst seviyeye taşımak üzerine kurulu.

### Hit 'Em Wit' Da Hee

* **Ana Tema:** Bağımsızlık, özsaygı ve çekiciliğin ritimle birleşimi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Parça, maddi unsurlardan ziyade karakterin gücüne vurgu yapıyor. "Kendi aracıma ve kendi param var" mesajıyla, başkalarına ihtiyaç duymayan bir bireyin özgüveni işleniyor. "Hee" ve "Haa" gibi seslerle oluşturulan nakarat, parçanın ana mottosu haline gelerek ritmi güçlendiriyor.

### Sock It To Me

* **Ana Tema:** Arzunun dışavurumu ve doğrudan iletişim.

* **Lirik Analizi:** İlişkilerde aktif bir rol üstlenmenin ve sınırları belirlemenin bir anlatımıdır. Şarkı, beklentilerin açıkça ifade edildiği, oyunların bir kenara bırakıldığı bir tavrı sergiliyor. "Sock it to me" ifadesi, etkileşimde talepkar ve kararlı olmayı simgeleyen metaforik bir yapı sunuyor.

### The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)

* **Ana Tema:** Zorluklara karşı duruş, dayanıklılık ve benzersizlik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün imza niteliğindeki şarkısıdır. Yağmur metaforu üzerinden, karşılaşılan engellere rağmen "uçuşa devam etme" felsefesi işleniyor. "Supa dupa fly" vurgusu, sanatçının özgünlüğünü ve stilini koruma konusundaki kararlılığını pekiştiriyor.

### Beep Me 911

* **Ana Tema:** Hayal kırıklığı ve biten bir ilişkinin ardından gelen net tavır.

* **Lirik Analizi:** İletişimsizlik ve ihanet üzerine kurulu bu parçada, beklentilerin karşılanmaması durumunda ilişkinin sonlandırılması gerektiği savunuluyor. Çağrı cihazı göndermesi üzerinden o dönemin iletişim tarzına dair nostaljik ve samimi bir dokunuş yapılıyor.

### They Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Me

* **Ana Tema:** Meydan okuma ve üstünlük iddiası.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bu parça, sanatçının başarısını ve duruşunu eleştirenlere karşı bir kalkan görevi görüyor. "Beni alt edemezler" mottosu, hem teknik beceriye hem de özgüvene duyulan derin inancı temsil ediyor.

### Pass Da Blunt

* **Ana Tema:** Paylaşım, eğlence ve grup kimliği.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Sosyal etkileşimin ve ortak bir yaşam tarzının parçası olarak ele alınıyor. "Pass da blunt" ritüeli, parçanın etrafında toplandığı bir sembol olarak kullanılıyor ve ortak bir dil oluşturuluyor.

### Bite Our Style (Interlude)

* **Ana Tema:** Özgünlüğün korunması ve stili kopyalayanlara uyarı.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Sanatçı, kendi yarattığı estetiğin ve sesin taklit edilme çabasını doğrudan bir uyarı olarak dile getiriyor. "Stilimiz çok üstün" vurgusu, üretilen işin taklit edilemeyecek kadar derin olduğunu savunuyor.

### Friendly Skies

* **Ana Tema:** Romantizm, uçuş metaforu ve duygusal yakınlık.

* **Lirik Analizi:** İlişkiyi bir uçak yolculuğu olarak kurgulayan parça, duygusal derinliği ve teslimiyeti uçuşun türbülanslı ama heyecan verici yapısıyla birleştiriyor. "Friendly skies" kavramı, güvenli ve özel bir alan yaratma arzusuyla kullanılıyor.

### Best Friends

* **Ana Tema:** Sadakat, destek ve dostluğun sağladığı güç.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Zor zamanlarda dostların birbirine sığınması, dertlerin paylaşıldığı bir liman metaforu üzerinden anlatılıyor. Şarkının temelinde, romantik hayal kırıklıklarına karşı geliştirilen en güçlü savunmanın dostluk olduğu gerçeği yatıyor.

### Don't Be Commin' (In My Face)

* **Ana Tema:** Sınırları belirleme ve geçmişteki hataların reddi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Birine ikinci bir şans verilmemesi gerektiği, kararlılıkla ifade ediliyor. "Git ve kapıyı arkandan kapat" yaklaşımıyla, bireyin kendi değerini koruma ve manipülasyona karşı durma süreci işleniyor.

### Izzy Izzy Ahh

* **Ana Tema:** Başarıyı kutlama ve kendi yolunda yürüme.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Başarıya giden yolda karşılaşılan engellere rağmen, kendi ritmini bulmanın ve bunu kutlamanın şarkısıdır. "Hiçbiri benimle boy ölçüşemez" mesajı, parçanın enerjisini zirveye taşıyor.

### Why You Hurt Me

* **Ana Tema:** Yanlış ilişkilerin yarattığı hasar ve bu derslerden büyüme.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Kötü tecrübelere sahip bir çevrenin içinden ders çıkararak çıkmanın anlatısıdır. Kişinin, zarar gördüğü insanlardan uzaklaşarak kendi bütünlüğünü korumaya çalışması, parçanın ana duygusunu oluşturuyor.

### I'm Talkin

* **Ana Tema:** Öz-farkındalık ve sanatsal kimliğin ilanı.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Sanatçının kendi yeteneğine olan sarsılmaz güveni, doğrudan ve cesur bir dille ifade ediliyor. Müziği bir kimlik beyanı olarak gören bu parça, dinleyiciye sanatçının kendi dünyasını nasıl tanımladığını gösteriyor.

### Gettaway

* **Ana Tema:** Kaçış arzusu ve dünyevi sınırlardan kurtulma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Rutinlerin dışına çıkma, kendi sınırlarını belirleme ve hayal dünyasında özgürleşme teması işleniyor. Uçuş ve gökyüzü metaforları, parçaya ulaşılmaz ve ferah bir hava katıyor.

### Release The Tension

* **Ana Tema:** Rahatlama, gerilimi atma ve ana odaklanma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün kapanışına doğru, tüm birikmiş enerjinin serbest bırakılması işleniyor. "Intermission" ile dinleyiciye bir nefes aldırma ve ardından ritme tekrar odaklanma fırsatı sunuluyor.

Missy Elliott - "Supa Dupa Fly" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (1997)

"Busta's Intro"

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo

Ay yo yo yo yo

Ay yo Missy

I just came out here a hour & twenty five minutes

on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia

Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears.

What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this

mutha fucka before I bounce.

Yo check this out,let me hit you with this real shit real quick Missy.

One shot baby just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit.

Check it out.

Ah hahahah!

I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinian

Ahah!Blast! your whole ass into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with

virgin-akins.

Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh.

If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this,& get a little drunk and a

little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas miss

me!

See who is he,that girl right there who is she?

It's Busta Ruhmes and Missy,niggaz when ya come around Missy don't act

like a fuckin' sissy.

No chicken headz allowed here,no time for the kissy kissy,and when they

askin' who is he?

I be Busta Ryhmes the pheneminal of get busy,strictly major

effected,ya'll niggaz know the drilly,we gettin' money togetha,trackin'

stacks and then countin' em

Ya'll niggaz stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album

Word up!Flip Mode is the mutha fuckin' squad!

Busta Ryhmes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya.

Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focussed!Keep ya eyes and ears on this

fulfillin' shit,Missy be numba one!

Blossumin',like beautiful flowers on ya'll mutha fuckas!

Stay Tuned.

☆☆☆☆☆

"Hit 'Em Wit' Da Hee"

(feat. Lil' Kim)

Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G.

Ha ha, yeah, I like that

[Lil' Kim]

Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely

And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top

Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha)

Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow

Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and

I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins

Me and my girl Misty gettin' pissy up in Bennigans

Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan

Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again

Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and

While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you

To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh!

She wit' ya with the heeeee!

[Missy]

It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you)

Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes)

I drive through your hood

And I hit 'em with

[chorus]

I hit 'em with the hee

I hit 'em with the

I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa)

Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me

Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa

[Missy]

It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out)

Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount

Aye hey hey

I drive through your hood

[chorus]

I hit 'em with the hee

I hit 'em with the

I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha)

Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me

Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar)

[Missy]

Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar

What's up star? we know who you are

Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed

The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch

Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha)

Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr!

Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks

Like a one billion bitch march

I hit em with the heee

I hit em with the haaaa

I hit em with the hee

I hit em with the haa

I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha)

I hit em with the heee

I hit em with the haaaa

I hit em with the hee

I hit em with the haa

Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar)

Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot

(You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this)

Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot

(for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me)

Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot

(Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us)

Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot

(yeah we out nigga)

[music plays till fade]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Sock It To Me"

(feat. Da Brat)

Do it do it do it do it do it, no!

[Verse One: Missy (singing)]

I was lookin for affection

So I decided to go, swing that dick in my direction

I'll be out of control

Let's take it to perfection

Just you and me

Let's see if you can bring the bring the bring the nasty out of me

Nownownow now sock it

[Chorus: Missy]

Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to

I can take it like a pro and you'll know

Do it long bro with a back stroke

My hormones are jumpin like a disco

I be poppin mats like some Crisco.

And all you gotta say is that Missy go

And when you say it though I want it moved slow

[Verse Two: Missy]

I'm at your house around midnight

Don't fall asleep

It'll just be me me me on a late night creep

I'ma show you thangs,that you can't believe

Jump in this b-e-beat

And won't you sock it to me?

[Chorus 3X]

[Verse Three: Da Brat]

Uh why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like Ree-Ree

The baddest industry bitches of the century

Hit hard like penitentiary did, finally admitted

that we the shit, combination on this lethal

Poppin patron in the 600 with no see-through

hundred with no see through

'cept for the repercussion fuckin with shit

Like this we parlay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer

the consequence gotta get these ends bitch

House in the Chi with a Caddy in Atlanta with a Benz

Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit

Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick

Besides kid wanna but bust you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin

with me, you jealous cause I live more flushed

Me and Missy been livin with the ?Harruss bein ruckast plus?

When I'm sellin, never gon stop it, sockin it to niggaz

and rockin it, droppin em on the spot, heat up and glock

and wreck a shot, knockin you off of your socks

Guaranteed platnium watch two of the coldest bitches get hot

I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy

and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it up

I'm the B-R-A-T, her be Missy

and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it uuuup

☆☆☆☆☆

"The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)"

(feat. Timbaland)

(rock the joint)

Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)

Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)

Supa dupa fly

[singing] I can't stand the rain!

(uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window

Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)

Supa dupa fly

[singing] I can't stand the rain!

(uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window

Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)

Supa dupa fly

[singing] I can't stand the rain!

(uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window

When the rain hits my window

I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo

Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle

We so tight, that you get our styles Tango

Sway on dosie-do like you loco

[singing] Can we get kinky tonight?

Like CoCo, so-so

You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo

I smoke my hydro on the dee-low

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (against my window)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (against my window)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (against my window)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (say what?)

Yeah..

Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom!

(uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach

Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh)

Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be)

It be me me me and Timothy (me me!)

Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh)

I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain

Oh Missy, try to maintain

Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky..

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

(uh-huh)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (yeah)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh)

[singing] I can't stand the rain!

I feel the wind

Five six seven, eight nine ten

Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn

Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin

Chill, I got my umbrella

My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty

Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me

To have me yes you lucky

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (against my window)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (what?)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[singing] 'gainst my window (uh)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?)

(like that baby)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)

(uh-huh, stand the rain)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?)

(can you stand the rain?)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)

(uh-huh, can you stand the rain?)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?)

[singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh)

[singing] I can't stand the rain!

[singing] 'gainst my window (huh)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (hmm..)

[singing] 'gainst my window (yo)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat)

[singing] 'gainst my window (break it down baby)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)

(yeah like that, uh-huh)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh)

(uhh.. Misdemeanor)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! ..

[singing] I can't stand the rain! .. [ fades out ]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Beep Me 911"

(feat. 702, Magoo)

[Timbaland]

Say what, say what?

Missy, bring it in

[Missy]

Why you played on me?

Wasn't I good enough for you?

(Wasn't I good enough)

All those other girls you've been with

Can't do like I do (Do, do)

Gave you all my dough

When you needed it all the time

And if you planning on leavin' me again

Then give me a sign

(Say what, say what)

[702]

[1] - Beep me 911

Or call me on my cell phone

I'll call you back

To see what you gon' tell me

You don't wanna date

No if's ands or waits

It's over babe

Beep me 911

Or call me on my cell phone

I'll call you back

To see what you gon' tell me

You don't wanna date

No if's ands or waits

It's over babe

[Missy]

Why you cheatin' on me?

Can you tell me what I've done

I thought you was the one

But you just a hit and run

Gave up clubs and parties

I put them aside

(I stopped going to all the parties)

Left me in the dark with no kind of sign

(Why don't you give me a sign)

[Repeat 1]

All my friends say

I can do better than you

(Say what, say what)

Maybe they was right

Cuz I feel like a fool

(Fool, fool)

But I can't let you go

Until you take some time

To tell me why you left me without

A God damn sign

(Say what, say what)

[Repeat 1]

[Timbaland]

Magoo, Magoo

[Magoo]

Type of nigga' made built to last

Look homegirl I pump like gas wind

Get ya friend and ya girl and them

My sex drive workout like a gym can

Was the girl that I used to hit

You the girl that I got to quit

See the kitty cat

Gotta gold it like a light

In the night you the freak I'm out wit

Don't bite

No diggity, who took you out

No doubt when I first got down

Made the bro' shout

Look out, make it live

Dip and dive, stayin' alive

Shoot me sugar, there it is

Now we talkin' square biz

I'm leaving you without a reas(on)

What I steal, but a kiss

What you think, I'm hen pecked?

Girl, get yo mind checked

Take the time, recollect

I just gave you disrespect

[Timberland]

Ahh Like that? Like that?

Beep me 911 baby

Uh huh, uh huh

Say what? Say what?

Misdemeanor, 702

What cha'all gonna do fellas?

Don't beep them 911

☆☆☆☆☆

"They Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Me"

(feat. Timbaland)

[Intro: Missy]

Damn, he he he

Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time

Uh huh, say what?

He he he he, damn he he

Timbaland, he he, yeah

We bout to lace em one mo time

Alright, yeah , ooh

[Verse 1: Missy]

The M-I to the S-S

They put that on my chest

My car's the way that I flex

And people say I'm dope as fuck

They say I'm just too fly

I make em wanna get high

They want a piece of this pie

But I'm just too damn chill for them

No way I flip my shit

It feels like a good hit

And even if you buy it

Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay

Nigga, what you got to say

Iza bah bah zah zay

Iza zah zah zah zay

[Verse 2: Timbaland]

We ridin through your hood (hood)

With a dollar dank (dank)

And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)

Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay)

Twelve blunts a day (what)

Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay)

Who y'all think y'all is (is)

Tryin to get with Mis (Mis)

You tryin to dis

You think you can beat us, shit (shit)

Free them ill 1 to 12

She's in a Benz

Free them ill creators

Just, I'm a friend, what (what)

[Verse 3: Missy]

I come back into my flow

My people just don't know

They hate the way that I hee

They hate the way that I hee-haw

Cuz I got too much doe

You know my steelo

So what you come here fo

See, you don't wanna fuck wit me

Get it off your chest

You know who's the best

See, there's no other yes

That can get down like Missy

So hit you off like this

And you be the witness

That I'm a sure gets dick

Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh

[Outro: Missy]

Hey, yo Timbaland

Yo, I'm a just (sue)

Dance a little bit

You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you?

He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin?

We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track

The track is bangin by its self

Know what I'm sayin?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

They don't want

To fuck with me

They don't want [5X]

Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me

Wanna fuck with me

They don't want [3X]

Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me

No they don't

They don't wanna

They don't want

No, no, no

To fuck with me

[Missy talking to fade]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Pass Da Blunt"

(feat. Timbaland)

[Verse One:]

Bitches

I never wanna hang with bitches

Since I turn Missy

Every bitch I meet be booty lickin

My ass they kissin

But I feel like they way to picky

I use to know a guy name Ricky

Oh really?

Don't piss me off and

Son, better let ya'll know you lucky

Cause if I come out buckin

The whole world better be duckin

Cause I roll with Puffy

No Doubt

Shit turned out get lucky

No matter what you still love me

You whack, you buggin

[Chorus:]

Pass da blunts on the left hand side

We got the beats

You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump

We got the beats

You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum

Pass da blunts on the left hand side

I got the rhymes

I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump

I got the rhymes

I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum

[Verse Two:]

Niggas

I always keep a good nigga

I get him for his figures

I A-K-A gold digga

See me with him

In a jewelry store

Buyin glitta

Should I not or should I?

I'm a get em, I'm a get em

Bitches

They mad cause I be flossin

Yeah this pussy costin

Tired and we tossin

You know I'm rockin

Cause there will be no stoppin

All that shit you poppin

What that shit you talkin

[Chorus]

[Timbabland talking:]

Welcome y'all

To Timbaland and Missy hit factory

A lot of people try and sneak in

And get the ingredients

But I am da man behind the ingredients

So please come to me with the recipe baby

[Verse Three:]

You see me on the videos

And then you want to go and play me on the stereo

Mic check 1-2-1-2

Here I go

My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so

You see me on the videos

And then you want to go and play me on the stereo

Mic check 1-2-1-2

Here I go

My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so

☆☆☆☆☆

"Bite Our Style (Interlude)"

Me and Timbaland, we make you wanna bite our style

Me and Timbaland, our style's so superb

Have you heard? Have you heard?

Me and Timbaland, our style's so superb

Have you heard? Have you heard?

Me and Timbaland, our style's so superb

Have you heard the word?

Me and Timbaland, our style's so superb

☆☆☆☆☆

"Friendly Skies"

(feat. Ginuwine)

[Missy:]

Yeah

A little slow jam

Kiss me Hold me

The weatherman says it's gonna be

Cold tonight

Whatever man

Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever

Whatever man you wanna do

I'll be the pilot

Don't miss your flight

I'm stewardess of the plane

Feel the turbulence and maintain

Please refrain stay in your seats

Until we reach the game

I'm stewardess of the plane

Feel the turbulence and maintain

Please refrain stay in your seats

[Ginuwine:]

Take me higher

Let's just go for a little

Joy Ride

Whatever man

Whatever whatever whatever whatever

Let's stay

Buckled up

And let's make love

Across the friendly skies

I'm passenger of this plane

I feel the turbulence I maintain

I will refrain Stay in my seat

Till I reach the game

I'm passenger of this plane

I feel the turbulence I maintain

I will refrain

I stay in my seat

I want you (I want you)

Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want)

I really really wanna (fuck) you

Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you

I want you

Yes I do (I want you)

Baby Baby, I want you

(I know you know what I want)

I really really wanna (fuck) you

I really wanna (fuck) you

Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you

Sho nuff wanna

Is there anything that you want

Is there anything that you need

Call on me (Ginuwine)

Is there anything that you want

Is there anything that you crave

Call on me (Ginuwine)

Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane

Yeah

[Electronic Voice:]

Missy fly with me

Missy fly with me, fly with me

Missy drive with me

Missy drive with me, drive with me

☆☆☆☆☆

"Best Friends"

(feat. Aaliyah)

[VERSE 1:]

My best friend say

She sick of me cryin on the phone

Tellin how the Men are doggin me

My best friend say

Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl

She ain't showin me no sympathy

My best friend say

If she was me she'd let you go long long time ago

My best friend say

I'll be there

[CHORUS:]

I'll still be there for you

In your time of need

You can lean on me

Come on

I'll be there for you

In your time of need

You can lean on me

Come on

I'll be there for you

[VERSE 2:]

My best friend say

I can stay with her

At her house no doubt any time I like

My best friend say

Don't let you ruin my life

Cuz you don't do for me

And you don't act right

My best friend say

If she was me she would let you go long long time ago

My best friend say

[CHORUS (2x)]

[FADE]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Don't Be Commin' (In My Face)"

[Verse One:]

You never know a good thing till I'm gone

You spending many, many nights home alone

You won't be seing me around your way

No, No

And if you don't get it together

Baby I can't stay

[Chorus:]

Don't be commin' in my face

Tryin to tell me you love me

You shoulda thought once or twice

Sacrifice and make it right

It's the thing that you do

Make me not love you

Go this way and you'll see

Get no other love like me

[Verse Two:]

You never know I'm for real till I leave

And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me

You won't be seing me

Anymore

No, no

Cause when I'm long, long gone

I won't be back in this door

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

To my east side people to my west side

To all my bitches who sat home crying

Over these niggas and over these fellows

Shake em off like Jello

To my east side people to my west side

To all my bitches who sat home crying

Over these niggas and over these fellows

Shake em off like Jello

[Chorus]

[Verse Four:]

I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper

Till you smoked that cheaper reefer

Now you loony as fita, cheddar

Don't say a word

Yep I got tha word

Yeah I heard it from a little bird

Now I'm out the door

My four four

You don't know?

Get your bags and your things take the door

Don't take this shit no more

When you leave

You can leave out the back door

[Missy Talking:]

Fucker

Stupid niggas

Who always think they can play somebody

Ya'll know who ya'll are

Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time

Now you wanna come back all in our faces

Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit

Whatever man

Fuck you

Alright, I'm out

☆☆☆☆☆

"Izzy Izzy Ahh"

[Verse One:]

I pulls up in my strech,I let my homegirls flex my 9-8

close and closer they follow in my Limo,playin' cd's

of when I used to HeeeHee totally in my ass cheecks

they sweat these beets,for any kinda jeeps,you know how

I is,so freakin' hot that I siz,Geewiz,get my clothes taylored

like I'm Liz,Miz,I'm commin' for your ass in a min,seconds or hours

Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers,I cruse these beets like I'm

drivin' Eddie Bauer,some of ya'll mc's mad I got the power,I hit you

with the Pllllll pmm uhh,take that,niggaz wanna step well um UHH take

that,what mmm uh uh take that,yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus:]

Izzy Izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah

hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah

Blizzy Blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay

none of y'all fools ain't got shit on me

[repeat]

[Verse two:]

M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe

Timberland where you get the doe

I'ma get my niggaz

niggaz go and get ya hoes

flows to come so natural

I'ma take a stroll role this high droll

I'ma take my ass to Pazzaz and Essoh

slow oh down diggy diggy doh

[Chorus:2x]

[Bridge:(Missy singin')]

You never heard beets like this before

when me and Timberland walk throught the door

our style be tighter then before,

you like our steelo

[repeat 2x]

[Chorus till end]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Why You Hurt Me"

[Missy Talking:]

I know there somebody out there who had a nasty

nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody

Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So

I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago

[Verse One:]

I had a friend named Cutie Tootie

Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci

Known as loose bootie

Truly, she was a freak in the evenin

And if she wasn't teasin, then give me one reason

Why she do dat? Always knew dat

She was hot as da nectar

Hector said he pecked her, direspected her

Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang

Broke his back long range

And make the ugly bitch sing

[Chorus:]

Oooh oooh

Why you hurtin me?

Tell me why more

Oooh oooh

Why you hurtin me?

Tell me why more

Oooh oooh

[Verse Two:]

Cutie Tootie with her sight

And if she humped Ralph

She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike

Tight, is the way she wore her dresses

Has she learned her lesson

From all the dick testing

Now I'm guessing

She's laying in a casket

In a yellow basket

For a Gucci jacket

Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things

Cause he made the ugly bitch sing

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Tootie didn't know the facts of life

Staying up in clinics

Loosy bootie made trife

Feeling, she got the heeby geebies

Quick to give you freebies

Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn

Neighbors out the window sure was lookin

She greasy like chicken

I don't give a cotton pick and

She can do her thing

Cause me and her don't hang

The ugly bitch sang

[Chorus]

[Missy Talking:]

So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody

who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank

Once again going around humping everybody

Everybody and anybody and anything

That's why you make the ugly bitch sing

☆☆☆☆☆

"I'm Talkin"

[Verse One:]

Nigga, waz up?

You think you tough, I'm fly shit

Has a bitch, dope as fuck

Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities

Fight you like the fucking enemies

You would think there's fucking ten of me

When I'm sending these

Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro

When I suck Timbaland's bone like you [barking in the background]

Fido, I go

Scoop Lil' Kim

Me, she, her, them and him

Gets high in a tunnel

They see my Lexus comin

They hear the bass rumblin

They come quick, they come quick

Like a dick, I make myself sick

I'm so motherfuckin bad to the bone

Like my titties are full blown

[Chorus:]

My style of rappin, my style

I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper

I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah

My styles the bomb diggy, my style

My style of rappin

I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper

I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm

My style the bomb diggy

[Verse Two:]

I'm calling your cards like Sprint

Can't be me, can't see me

I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents

Dogs, cats and babies

Whoever but my style

I hope you croak from the rabies

Swayze,maybe I call your name

Ain't that a fucking shame

I'm too high for that

I'm great like the dane

Mane on main

If you decide to put your hands

On my fucking light

Like the ciggarettes I light

You must burn, you better learn

From the pro

Who rock shows after shows

When it rains it pours

I hurt like the cold souls

My style polishes like nails and toes

You know, know

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

You beg to be put on like cats

Nigga know who I am

Now you want to sing and dance

You want to shake your stanky ass

Well I'm sorry Sam

God damn, ou ain't family

You hounding me, pounding me

With the same old story

You bore me

Lordy have mercy on all these groupies

Sorry cutie

Why you go and shake your bootie?

Cause there's only one Lil' Kim

The triple beam, the misdemean

Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team

So hot we melt like ice cream

Without the dick riding

Dreams of smoking a California blunt

I got the lyrics to make you feel it

What you want nigga?

I'm talking about my style

I am the flyest then RZA now

I'm talking about my style

Let me tell you about Missy's style

[Chorus]

Hey Timbaland be talking more shit

And Lil' Kim be talking more shit

Da Brat be talking more shit

Busta Rhymes be talking more shit

702 talk shit

And Aaliyah talk shit

Ginuwine be talking more shit

And I be talking more shit

And Total be talking more shit

Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit

Jimmy talking shit too

We out

☆☆☆☆☆

"Gettaway"

(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]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Busta's Outro"

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

{Ay yo yo

Ay yo yo

Ay yo Missy fuck that}

I just came out here a hour and twenty five minutes

On one of them Gilligan Island shits of New York, Virginia

Word up, come out to visit your ass and you playin'

Shit like this up in my ears

Fuck you think you doin'

Thinkin' I ain't gotta get on this

Muthafucka before I bounce

Yo check this out

Let me hit you with the shit real quick Missy

One shot baby just let me

Do my shit for a minute on your shit

Check it out

I continue to disregard all of ya'lls opinion

Ahah! Blast your whole ass into oblivion

Eheaha makin' New York with virgin Eakins

Eheh this shit be baggin' eheh

If you disagree, uhah, before I smoke this

And get a little drunk and a little Pissy

When I finish my music

I'ma make all ya'll muthafuckas miss me

See who is he that girl right there who is she

It's busta rhymes and Missy

Niggaz when ya come around Missy

Don't act like a fuckin' sissy

No chicken heads allowed here

No time for the kissy kissy

And when they askin' who is he

I be Busta Rhymes the phenemial of ager busy

Strictly major effected

Ya'll niggaz know the drilly

We gettin' money togetha

Trackin' stacks and then countin' em

Ya'll niggaz stay tuned

For the rest of my home girl Missy's album

Word up, flip mode is the muthafuckin squad

Busta rhymes comin' in right here

With this quick lil' drop on ya

Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focused

Keep ya eyes and ears on this fulfillin' shit

Missy be numba one

Blossumin' like beautiful flowers'

On ya'll muthafuckas stay tuned

☆☆☆☆☆

"Missy's Finale"

Yo, you have come almost to the close of my album

but before I go I just wanna thank God for staying with me

through my ups and downs and through my whole period

of doing this album, I want to thank Timbaland who came up with

the beats and all the people who appeared on my album

Make it hot, aight, I'm out

☆☆☆☆☆

"Release The Tension"

I'm the best and that's B and that's capital

I hang low like testicles

MCs when it come to these men who flow

Hoes, better back up

Fo' they get slapped up

Pack up and go tell mommy

That I'm back up

You, you, you, you and your whole crew

Whatcha whatcha whatcha gone do

To me, that's M-I-double S-Y E

When it's back to me

It's gonna be some tragedy

[Verse One]

Mmmm

What's your name

Cause you've got me

You wanna know

What it be like

What the deal is

Where my man at

Can you get with me

You say you got the things that I need

What's your name

Cause you've got me

You wanna know

Who I roll with

Who I be with

Who I'm down with

Do I like to do the nasty things that you do

[CHORUS]

Release some tension

Break for, break for intermission

For me and you, you start the kissing

You'll see what you've been missing

Release some, some of your tension

Break for intermission

For me and you, you start the kissing

You'll see what you've been missing

[VERSE TWO]

Mmmmm

You're so fine

I wanna make you mine

I wanna know

Can I be with you

Can you be with me

On the count of three

Me and you gonna get romantically

You're so file

I wanna make you mine

I wanna know

Do you got a girl

Is she good to you

I bet she wont do the things that I'll do to you

[Repeat CHORUS]

[Rap]

Uh huh

I be creeping and creeping

With my peoples, my peoples

With my homies, my homies

We be smoking that reefer

Trying to get (my) knees high

So I hit 'em with a broken bang (pop-pop)

Turn me up a notch

Neighbors wanna call the cops

They can't stand to see me rock

Every house is on the block

Nigga knock

Don't stop

Nig-nig-nigga knock

[Repeat CHORUS]