Lyrics Missy Elliott

Missy Elliott

9th Inning

Yeah, Yeah! Check it

Yeah!

Now I'm in the 9th inning

Thought I fell off, I ain't quite finished

Yeah, I'm 'bout to put my foot in it

Talk wit' it, walk wit' it, I'm no gimmick

(Yeah!) Twenty twelve, there be no games

Real rap, real bars, I'm not playin'

Haters y'all lame, you a Missy fan

I'm a beast in the booth, I'm just sayin'

(Yeah!) I make 'em wanna get low

Duck wit' it, buck wit' it, let's go

Every time I spit a rhyme, it's a sick flow

You newcomers better sit back and take notes

(Yeah!) This here my time

Here I come, better run, take what's mine

'Bout to let off like a Tec 9 (Brat!)

This rhyme gon' make 'em push rewind

(Yeah!) Yeah, I'm so hot

Up on the charts, number one spot

See me when I drop and I won't flop

Missy never stop, got the music game on lock

(Yeah!) Wanna get served?

You third, you second, but I come first

Flip my verse like I flip birds

I'm fiya! Yes sir

We hit makin', hit breakin'

Party shakin', innovator

Groundbreakin', sole creator

We be the most anticipated

Hit makin', hit breakin'

Party shakin', innovator

Groundbreakin', sole creator

We be the most anticipated

Hey yo, Timbaland!

They thought it was over!

We on that next shit!

They're back! What!

Now I'm in the 9th inning

Niggas think I fail when I'm still winnin'

So I been gone for a hot minute

I love this shit, that's why I got a gift in it

(Yeah!) Fuck nigga, get fly

Nigga can't talk wit' a gun in the mouth

Niggas bitch up, bet they run in the house

I can smell bullshit when they walk by

(Yeah!) Heard that old saying, yo

Never ever cross a one day, give ya most

Never ever act funny for the white folks

I'm a big fisherman when you a tadpole

(Yeah!) or like Lady Ga' (Gaga)

Why you let a nigga do ya whole album?

Where you think that fake producer got ya style from?

Come fuck witta nigga, watch the outcome

(Yeah!) Ain't no real artists

Whack talent get in real starvin

All you hear in music is the chorus

Well that's okay, Timmy back in the story

We hit makin', hit breakin'

Party shakin', innovator

Groundbreakin', sole creator

We be the most anticipated

Hit makin', hit breakin'

Party shakin', innovator

Groundbreakin', sole creator

We be the most anticipated

Down to the 9th inning

I'm the real deal, y'all pretendin'

Years later, my songs still spinnin'

I do record deals no less than ten milli'

(Yeah!) My hits be yay long

My songs go on like a marathon

Get ghost, get gone, you a dum-dum

Better 'round here, come on biters like a python

(Yeah!) Wanna act fly?

Wanna act like you better than the M-I

Shakin' 'em, bakin' 'em all like a bean pie

Takin' 'em, burnin' 'em down like I'm Left Eye

(Yeah!) Futuristic

Y'all can pack it up, I done ripped it

When you say my name, call me Miss Bitch

I make the next chick run to the exit

(Yeah!) Yeah, yeah I got a sick sense

I'm makin' this a movie like a Netflix

I'm on the guest list, on the check list

I'm the fliest chick, now tell me who the best is!

(Yeah!) Elliott be the name

Elliott back in the game

Elliott hit it wit' a bang

Bring the hook back in, Timbaland

We hit makin', hit breakin'

Party shakin', innovator

Groundbreakin', sole creator

We be the most anticipated

Hit makin', hit breakin'

Party shakin', innovator

Groundbreakin', sole creator

We be the most anticipated

And if you want a hit? Maybe we'll return ya call

Don't call collect

(You have a collect call from)