Get It Together

One-two, one-two keep it on

Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn

Listen to the Abstract got it going on

Listen to the ladies come on and let me spawn

All your eggs then you go up the river

Listen to the Abstract, that freaky ****

Now, I'm Ad-Rock and I shock and I tick and I tock

And I can't stop with the body rock

See I've got heart like John Starks

Hitting mad sparks

Pass me the mic and I'll be rocking the whole park

Well I'm the M to the C to the A and it's a must

The rhymes that we bust on the topic of lust

And my Moms is not butt, but fuck it

Let me get down to the rhythm

Yes I get funky and I'm shooting all my jism

Like John Holmes, the x-rated ****

Listen to the shit cause I am the ill figure

Nobody's getting any bigger than this

Phone is ringing, oh my God

Ad-Rock's down with the Ione

Listen to the shit because both of them is boney

Got to do it like this, like Chachi and Joanie

Because she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni

So why all the fight and why all the fuss 'cause

Hey, I ain't got no dust

Yea, you know I'm getting silly

Got a Grandma Hazel and a Grandma Tilly

Well I'm the Grand Royal prez and I'm also a member

Born on the cusp in the month of November

I do the Patty Duke and in case you don't remember

Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender

Well, I'm long gone, word is born

Don't need a motherfucking fool telling me right from wrong

I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard

But I'ma drive the lane like I was Evan Bernard

And I've been working on my game because life is taxing

Got to get it together and see whats happening

Wait a minute…

I go "one, two" like my name is Biz Mark

But I had to do the shit just let just me embark

On the lyric and the noun and the verb

Let me kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb

Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare

The Moog with the funk for your derrière

While we're on the topic, yes I'd like to mention

When it comes to boning, woah, I'm representin'

Spacing, zoning, talking on the phone and

My brain is roaming and I don't know where it's going

Talking lots of shit, a little tweaking on the weekend

I've got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm freakin'

Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a Scorpio

And when I got the flow I'm Dr. On-The-Go

So Q-Tip, what you on the mic for?

Because I had to talk about the times when I rhyme

And when MC's come in my face, I'm like mace

Because I back them off with the quills

'Cause I had to tell you, **** 'cause I'll keep you under prills

Resting One-Nine-One-One Sixteenth Ave off of Farmer's Boulevard, Boulevard…

Well I'm from Manhattan, MCA's from Brooklyn

Yea, MCA your shit be cooking

Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat

Yo Tip, what's up with the boots on your feet?

I've got the Timbos on the toes and this is how it goes

One, two, oh my god

One, two, oh my god, I've got some shit

I've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit

Never, ever, ever smoking crack...

Never, ever, ever fucking wack

I eat the fuckin' pineapple now and laters

Listen to me now, don't listen to me later

Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real

But, yo, technically I'm as hard as steel

Gonna get it together, watch it

Gonna get it together, Ma Bell

Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication

Ma Bell, got the ill communication

Ma Bell, got the ill communication

Ma Bell, got the ill communication

Ma Bell...

Keep it on and on