Lyrical Breakdown of Gettaway (feat. Space & Nicole) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gettaway (feat. Space & Nicole)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Missy Elliott feat. Nicole Wray & Space weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gettaway (feat. Space & Nicole)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Missy Elliott feat. Nicole Wray & Space employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Missy Elliott feat. Nicole Wray & Space's narrative.

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Close your eyes, visualize

Space and I 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 Jinga

I mean um, I spit like knee

On you this tight thing

Space nine inferno

One verbs be frightening

And for the sword fights 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

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

Virginia bitch galactic, what the fuck

I be writing, writing, 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, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)

Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (no, no, no)

Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready

Act like you know me

Fly, as friends be

'Cause I'm sizzling, I'm chilling

Man, you twisting

You sissy, you dis me

You wish we was fucking tight

Auntie, Papa, Smoke la, la

Hallah, fala, 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

Bees from overseas, we speak Chinese

Please, little one, please, please

You know my rhymes get tight

When I smoke all night

I be writing, writing, 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, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)

Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (me supa dupa, fly)

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 ain't even on the level

I pull your wig back

Let of steam like nasty pools

That heat be too hot

Melt down, now up in pot

Count down, three, two, one, lift off

Now over-tize, Venus we circlize

And Mars we tantalize

Comatose like Hale-Bopp

Smoking trees non-stop

Then I send a televise from satellite on Nightline

Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away

To the moon

We shine like stars

Lock down like metal bars

I be writing, writing, 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, writing rhymes every day (writing rhymes every day)

Don't you say no more you don't want to battle

Ay, yo, 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, do my own shit

Sing my own shit

Shit be a hit

Oh, shit be a hit

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 (rewind)

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

Lemme listen?