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Album: Miscellaneous (2001)
Artists: Missy Elliott

  1. Ain't Nothing Out There For Me
  2. Ain't That Funny
  3. All N My Grill
  4. Beat Biters
  5. Bring The Pain
  6. Busa Rhyme
  7. Checkin' For You (Interlude)
  8. Crazy Feelings
  9. Dangerous Mouths
  10. Don't Be Commin' (In My Face)
  11. Get Ur Freak On
  12. Go To The Floor
  13. Hot
  14. Hot Boyz
  15. I'm Talkin
  16. Izzy Izzy Ahh
  17. Lick Shots
  18. Missy's Finale
  19. Mr. DJ
  20. Mysterious (Intro)
  21. Orange
  22. Play That Beat
  23. Religious Blessings (Outro)
  24. Scream a.k.a Itchin'
  25. She's A Bitch
  26. Slide
  27. Smooth Chick
  28. Sock It To Me
  29. Step Off
  30. Stickin' Chickens
  31. Throw Your Hands Up (Interlude)
  32. U Can't Resist
  33. We Did It
  34. Why You Hurt Me
  35. Work It
  36. X-Tasy
  37. You Don't Know


Missy Elliott
Miscellaneous
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
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