New music from Missy Elliott!!! Just made my day. Check out 9th Inning by Missy Elliott if you’re happy to hear a female emcee takeover with legitimate talent in the game…

Download: Missy Elliott featuring Timbaland – 9th Inning

Missy Elliot ft. Timbaland – “9th Inning” lyrics: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!) Twenty-twelve, 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
Everytime 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 about to change music again)
Party shakin, innovator
Ground breakin, sole creator
We be the most anticipated (they are back! 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 bullshit 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 hommie, 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 catalogue 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 Bitch
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 check list
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
And if you want a hit? Maybe we’ll return ya call
Don’t call collect
(You have a collect call from)