Missy “Misdemeanor” Elliott “Get Ur (Your) Freak On”

“Get Your Freak On” Verse I

Missy be puttin it down
I’m the hottest ’round
I told y’all mother—whoop
Y’all can’t stop me now

Hello there. My name is Melissa Arnette “Misdemeanor” Elliott.
I shall now explain myself.
I am the most desirable female emcee in the vicinity,
A fact that I previously told all of you mother—oh, oh!
All of you cannot stop me now!

Listen to me now
I’m lasting twenty rounds
And if you want me, nigga, then come on get me now

So lend me your ear, if you don’t mind.
In the manner of prizefighters, I am able to carry on for twenty rounds.
Furthermore, if you would like to have me, African-American male,
I encourage you to come forth and seize me presently!

Is you with me now?
Then Biggie-Biggie-bounce
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
Holla! People sing a round
Now people gather round
Now people jump around

Are you able to keep up with me?
If so, jounce in the manner of
 Christopher George Latore “The Notorious B.I.G” Wallace.
I know you appreciate the manner in which I diversify my cadence.
Bellow! Audience members, sing a round.
All of you gather around—all of you hop about!

“Get Your Freak On” Chorus

Go, get your freak on (6x)
Go, get your, get your, get your, get your, get your freak on

Have at! Dance (and/or intercourse!) with wanton abandon,
As if you were possessed!

Express your innermost fetish, no matter how singular or unorthodox!

(Repeat six times!)

Get! Misbehave, cavort, frolic, prance, gambol in depravity! 

“Get Your Freak On” Verse II

Who’s that bitch?
People, you don’t know
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago

You may say of me, “Who is that fishwife?!”

However, none of you truly understand my innermost workings.

Record producer Timothy Zachary “Timbaland” Mosley and I

Have been worthy of your undivided attention for a very score of years!

What the dilly, yo?
Now what the drilly, yo
If you wanna battle then (nigga) let me know

What is the situation to which you refer?

(The same lyric in the “dun” language of East Coat hip hop slang. –Ed.)

If you wish to trade verbal ripostes with me, African-American male, 
Simply let me know.

Holla! Got the feeling, son
Let me throw you some
People, here I come
Now sweat me when I’m done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun

Bellow! You have the feeling, young man.

Let me hurl at you the ineffable quality of greatness to which I lay claim.

All of you, here I come!

Only worry about my actions when I’m through carrying them out!

Timbaland and I have the mainstream radio 
Quaking in fear at our impending takeover,

As if we were threatening it with a projectile-firing weapon!

“Get Your Freak On” Verse III

Quiet!
Shhh, hush your mouth
Silence when I spit it out, {spit} in your face
Open your mouth, give you a taste

Be quiet!

Hush! Still your mouth!

Let there only be silence when I am rapping.

I let loose a dollop of phlegm your way.

Open your mouth to receive it! Let it give you a taste of my attitude!

Holla! Ain’t no stoppin’ me
Copywritten, so don’t copy me
Y’all do it sloppily
And y’all can’t come close to me

Bellow! There is no stopping me!

My work is held under copyright law, so do not plagiarize me.

You all rap in a slapdash manner.

And none of you is able to approach me.

I know you feel me now, I know you hear me loud
I scream it loud and proud, Missy gon’ blow it down

I am certain you empathize with me now.

I am aware that you hear me speaking so loudly.

I scream, in fact, what I say loudly and proudly.

Missy—me—is going to level this place with my bluster!

People gon’ play me now, in and out of town
’Cause I’m the best around, with the crazy style

Many people are going to act facetiously or disingenuously to me, 
Both in and out of town.

For I am the greatest emcee in the land, 
With a very idiosyncratic approach to rapping.