Yeah! What's the deal ya'll? This is Missy Elliott, givin' y'all magazine writers Radio cats, listeners, or plain ol' haters a small piece of my album Which is titled "Under Construction" 'Under construction' simply states that I'm a work in progress; I'm workin' on myself, you know Uh, ever since Aaliyah passed, I view life in a more valuable way Lookin' at hate and anger and gossip or just plain ol' bullshit became ignorant to me When you realize in the blink-of-an-eye When you're walkin' down a church aisle that was meant for weddings and happiness But realizing those same church aisles are used to view a loved one for the last time From the World Trade families to the Left-Eye family, Big Pun family, you know? Biggie family, Pac family, to the hip-hop family We all "under construction", tryin' to rebuild, you know, ourselves Hip-hop can gain respect from, you know… not even respect from, but just, like, rock 'n roll And it took us a lotta hard work to git' here So all that hate 'n animosity between folks? Ya needa kill it wit a skillet! You don't see Bill Gates and Donald Trump arguin' with each other 'Cause bof' o' dem got papuh' and they got betta' shit to do: git' mo' papuh'! So, all I'm sayin' is… let's take hip-hop back to the roots Follow me! (Hardworking, the star of the show) Mama say, mama sa; Mama, can you do dis? Talkin' like you badass when you just knew who dat is Everytime I come out, ya'll be like "Who dat is?" Be more like Ashanti and be un-foolish You don't really want to bring it with me You wear Donna, I sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against your Benzi Dirty diamonds in ya' ring, see mine's cl-clean-clean Ding-di-di di-di-ding da-ding-ding I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee Spiked up my hair, done looked like Don King Haters, keep on hatin', 'cause dem don't worry we Dem no worry we, or me 'n Timothy M, I, S, E, slimmed down my body Bang, bang to the boogie, ooh-wee! Playa, keep on playin' watch me do muh' duty Go to the flo' (Now, tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (Now, what you gonna do?) I came to shake, shake my booty down, Down to the beat Stand on the chairs (And dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (And what you came to do?) I came to shake, shake my booty down Hike the party I'm underrated, glad I made it Independent-operated I neva' hesitated, hata's keep me motivated Da beat is penetrated, I let Timmy regulate it And we laid-ed in the shade-d, Drink a glass o' lemonade-d; damn, I'm faded Ain't no otha' way to say it Ain't that complicated Ain't no other chick gon' eva' make me feel invaded I keep droppin' hits like water breakin' Two centimeters, and I'm dilating Radio, be patient, oh… Shh! Come on, check my translation From my observation, my fans is real patient They don't wanna hear the lies, so stop fakin' ’Cause ya' greasy, like bacon Keep my stomach achin’ If ya’ wanna battle, let there be no more delayin' I hope ya did some prayin', 'cause when I come swayin' Pop, sha, pop-pop-pop… yeah! Sometimes I flow, sometimes quick You was on the verge of kissin' ass, so slick I be on the verge of makin' hit after hit Dis da kinda shit don't tell ya' mammy, don't forget Everybody, move your body, now do it Here is somethin' that's gonna make ya move and groove Hey, DJ, keep playin' that song, all night On, and on, and on (on, and on, and on, and on) Now is the nigga's ova there? Bitches, right here Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah All night long, I hope you all came prepared It's 5:00 and we ain't goin' nowhere Ah, yeah; ooh, wee Now, will the guys with cash choose me? Ah, yeah; baby, I got a man I ain't seen lately… (Welcome to the floor)