[1:36 long skit precedes the actual song]
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[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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[Speak'n'Spell - vowel sounds]
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[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!
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[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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[Speak'n'Spell - vowel sounds]
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[Missy]
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Timbo, what they do
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They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
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On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
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I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
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Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
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Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
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They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
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My belly out and sellin out these venues
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My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
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My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
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And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
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I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
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And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)
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Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
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And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
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Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
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When I come out get your release dates moved
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[Chorus: Missy]
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This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
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I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
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[scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
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This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
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break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBERLAND)
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This year you hear a real MC, when I
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[slowed up] break break b-b-break break break...
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[Missy]
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I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
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And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
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So I drop it low, 808 kick low
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Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
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While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
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Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
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Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow
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Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
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Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
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I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
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Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow
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[slowed]
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I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
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that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high
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[Chorus: Missy + (Mike Jones)]
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This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
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I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
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This year you hear a real MC
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[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?)
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break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!)
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This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!)
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Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
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[Mike Jones]
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See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
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I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
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My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
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Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
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Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
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Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at
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I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
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Before the fame majors used to diss me
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But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
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Before my deal came my shows was sold out
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House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
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I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
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I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
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WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
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2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
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That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
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I got
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[Missy]
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Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
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If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
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Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
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We came to party up in this bitch
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Joy
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| Missy Elliott |
