joy
mike jones ft missy elliot & t Lyrics
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Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, so sick!
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
My belly out and sellin out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (holla!)
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (big shout out to Timberland)
This year you hear a real MC, when I
break break be-be-break break break
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
That Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (Mike Jones! Who?)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!)
This year you hear a real MC (Geyah!)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin' noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm Supa Dupa Fly like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
I got
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
We came to party up in this bitch
The song Joy by Missy Elliott featuring Mike Jones speaks about Missy's supremacy in the music industry and how nobody can match her level of expertise in rapping over beats. The lyrics are full of confidence with Missy Ogling at her strength and how she rules the street without the help of any special tools. She also emphasizes her attitude, which is "super cool," and how she handles fake rappers who try to copy her music style. Missy's lyrics clearly assert her power and warns her competitors, who doubt her abilities, that if they sleep on her, they risk coming out obsolete. Joy also speaks on Mike Jones's rapping skills and his statement of identity through the lyrics, "Who? Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned."
The song has a catchy beat and rhythm, with a mixture of different sounds and instruments. The lyrics' sound makes the listener want to dance and nod their head to the beat. The lyrics have basic words and phrases, but they are arranged beautifully to make the listener understand Missy's message. The song is a form of celebration, with all of the different elements coming together to create a euphoria that people can relate to.
Line by Line Meaning
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Expressing intense happiness or pleasure
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Background music representing the mood of the song
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Expressing intense happiness or pleasure
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Expressing intense happiness or pleasure
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, so sick!
Background music representing the mood of the song
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Expressing intense happiness or pleasure
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Background music representing the mood of the song
Timbo, what they do
Addressing Timbaland, the producer of the song
They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
People try to imitate Missy Elliott but fail
On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
Explaining how Missy Elliott performs over beats and her dance style
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Expressing how Missy Elliott dances smoothly in shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Advocating for a demonstration of her skills
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
Claiming that she always comes out victorious
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
Explaining how people have tried to hinder her success despite her body size
My belly out and sellin out these venues
Proudly showing her belly while selling out concert venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
Promising to impress those who enjoy alcohol
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
Expressing how cool she is with little effort, as if subdued
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
Targeting those who are fake and challenging them and their friends
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
Asserting her influence on the streets without any assistive tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (holla!)
Missy Elliott insults those who do not believe in her
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
Provoking skeptics to check the media for proof of her accomplishments
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
Warning those who underestimate her of the consequences
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
Imagining her opponents as screws, ready to be loosened and defeated
When I come out get your release dates moved
Suggesting that other artists should postpone their album releases when she releases new content
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
Informing everyone that she is going to be successful and create excitement
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
Explaining that she is going to break records and surpass expectations
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
Informing everyone that she is going to be successful and create excitement
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
Reiterating that her success will impact others
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (big shout out to Timberland)
Asserting that she is going to break records and giving a shout-out to Timbaland
This year you hear a real MC, when I
Claiming to be a real Master of Ceremonies (MC) and emphasizing her talent
break break be-be-break break break
Background music representing the mood of the song
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
Explaining how powerful her music can be
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
Warning those who try to compete with her
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Lowering the tempo of the beat to create an intense feeling
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Background music representing the mood of the song
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
Crediting Mr. Mos (possibly a reference to Mos Def) for composing the beat
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Boasting about her ability to perform and make listeners feel emotional
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Promising to call out fake rappers for their deceitful behavior
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow
Highlighting that Missy Elliott will be the center of attention
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
Stating that she spits rhymes over breakbeats and causes other rappers to worry
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
Stopping music labels from leaking unapproved music releases
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Asserting that other rappers have to rely on her, and they should try to be like her
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow
Explaining that she takes it easy and performs smoothly
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
Controlling the tempo of the song to ensure that the listener hears every word she spits
That Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high
Referring to the 'high' created by listening to her music
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
Informing the listener that she is working hard at her craft
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
Suggesting that her jewelry is so bright that it could blind someone
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Explaining that people should be careful around her because she is dangerous
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Warning listeners that their life could be ruined for mistreating her
Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Asserting that she does not tolerate disrespect
Wherever you talkin' noise is where you gon' lay at
Threatening those who talk negatively about her
I'm Supa Dupa Fly like Missy Missy
Comparing herself to her alter ego, Supa Dupa Fly, and highlighting her level of confidence
Before the fame majors used to diss me
Explaining that before her success, music labels would disrespect her
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Boasting about her current position and level of success
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
Explaining that her performances were popular before she even signed a record deal
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
Showing off her luxurious possessions, including her house and diamond jewelry
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
Comparing herself to the rap group U.G.K. (Underground Kingz) and claiming to keep it real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
Introducing herself and repeating her name
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
Asserting that no one can duplicate her skills
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
Providing her phone number for fans to contact her
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
Reiterating that fans should contact her privately
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
Addressing the audience and criticizing them for being too stiff
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Advising women to wear their correct size of shoes
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
Encouraging women to be proud of themselves regardless of their size
We came to party up in this bitch
Announcing that it is time to party and have fun
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, TRAIN GANG MUSIC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Melissa A. Elliott, Timothy Z. Mosley, Mike A. Jones
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