Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah

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 Jinga
I mean, umm
I spit lightning, 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 façade
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
Colossal, you itty bitty
Space and Missy
Sip my style 'til your pissy
Virginia bitch galactic (what the fuck?)

I be writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday (I be writing, writing rhymes everyday, yeah)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (you don't wanna battle)
Said I'm writing rhymes (yeah), writing rhymes everyday (writing rhymes everyday)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (no, no, no, no)

Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready
Act like you know me
Fly, as frisbees
I'm sizzling, I'm chilling
Man, you twisting
You sissy, you diss me
You wish we was fucking tight
Auntie, Papa, smoke lala
Holla, falla, don't bother to swalla
This bottle of Remy, got plenty of weed
So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, please
See's, no one, fly like these
Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees
Please, little one, please (please)
You know my rhymes get tight
When I smoke all night

I be writing rhymes (yeah), writing rhymes everyday (writing rhymes everyday, yeah)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (you don't wanna battle)
Said I'm writing rhymes (no), writing rhymes everyday (writing rhymes everyday)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (uh-huh, uh)

Me, supa dupa fly

We high tech like Timbo's
Slap faces of dirty hoes
N-Y-M-B-A
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
Ayo Missy, where the 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 off steam like Nat's pool
The heat be too hot
Melt down, now up in pot
Count down, 3-2-1, lift off
Now over ties, Venus we circalize
And Mars we tantalize
Cometize like Hale-Bopp
Smoking trees non stop
Then I send a televise from satellite on Night line
Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away
To the moon, we shine like stars
Lock down like metal bars

I be writing rhymes (yeah), writing rhymes everyday (writing rhymes everyday)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (you don't wanna battle)
Said I'm writing rhymes (yeah-yeah), writing rhymes everyday (everyday, yeah-yeah)
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle (uh-huh, uh)

Ayo, I'm kinda scared to do this
'Cause, Jimmy tryna scare me
Sayin' I'ma give away my publishing (nah)
But um, it don't matter
'Cause I write my own shit (uh-huh)
Do my own shit (uh-huh)
Say my own shit (uh-huh)
Shit be a hit
Oh shit, be a hit
You know what?

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)

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 give you a really good feeling (c'mon)
All day long (say what, say what?) (ooh, haha)
(Let me listen)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Melissa A Elliott, Nickolas Ashford, Timothy Z Mosley, Valerie Simpson