9th Inning Songtext
von Missy Elliott feat. Timbaland

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!)
2012, there be no games
Real rap, real bars, I'm not playin′
Haters, y'all lame, you a Missy Fayne
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 nine (brrrrrat)
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 fyaaah! Yessir

We hit makin′, hit breakin′
Party shakin', innovator (aiyyo, Timbaland!)
Ground breakin′, sole creator (they thought it was over!)
We be the most anticipated
Hit makin', hit breakin′ (we're ′bout to change music again)
Party shakin', innovator
Ground breakin', sole creator (they are back!)
We be the most anticipated (what?)

Now I′m in the 9th inning
People think I fail when I′m still winnin'
So, I been gone for a hot minute
I love this game, that′s why I got a gift in it (yeah!)
Big boy, get fly
But they can't talk wit′ a gun in the mouth
Always they flop, bet they run in the house
I can smell bullsh- 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!)
I like Lady Ga′ (Gaga)
Why you let a boy do ya whole album?
Where you think that fake producer got ya style from?
Come get witta homie, watch the outcome (yeah!)

Ain't no real artists
Wack 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' (y′all can't be serious!)
Party shakin′, innovator
Ground breakin', sole creator (we break records, I done told y′all!)
We be the most anticipated
Hit makin', hit breakin'
Party shakin′, innovator (how many of y′all got a catalog this long?)
Ground breakin', sole creator
We be the most anticipated (don′t worry, I'll wait!)

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 B-
I make the next chick run to the exit, yeah!

Yeah, I got a sick sense
I′m makin′ this a movie like a Netflix
I'm on the guest list, on the checklist
I′m the flyest 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, Timbalaind

We hit makin′, hit breakin'
Party shakin′, innovator (did y'all forget?)
Ground breakin', sole creator (I think they forgot!)
We be the most anticipated
Hit makin′, hit breakin′ (they think we done!)
Party shakin', innovator
Ground breakin′, sole creator (all we do is make hits!)
We be the most anticipated

Now if you want a hit
Maybe we'll return ya call
Don′t call collect
(You have a collect call from)