Get It Together

1-2 1-2 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 nigger
Im Ad Rock and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I cant stop with the body rock
See Ive got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic and Ill be rocking the whole park
Im the M to the C to the A and its 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 Im getting funky and Im shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the X-rated nigger
Listen to the shit cause I am the ill figure
Nobodys getting any bigger than this
*Get it together*
*Get it together*
Phone is ringing Oh my God
*Get it together*
*See whats happening*
Ad Rock down with the Ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is bony
Got to do it like this like Chachi And Joanie
Because shes the cheese and Im the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the fuss
Because hey *I aint got no dust*
Yeah, you know Im getting silly
Ive got a grandma Hazel and a grandma Tilly
Grand Royal prez and Im also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of November
I do the Patty Duke in case you dont remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, Im long gone word is born
Dont need a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I dont think Im slick nor do I play like Im hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was Evan Bernhard
And Im working on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see whats happening
*Get it together*
*Get it together*
*Get it together*
*See whats happening*
I go one two like my name was Biz Mark
But I had to do the shit just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Lets kick the shit off cause yo, Im not the herb
Well, its not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho Moog with the funk for your derriere
While were on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to boning Im representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I dont know where its going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
Ive got to get him by the reigns because I know that Im freaking
Well, Im a funky skull and Im a Scorpio
And when I get my flow Im Dr. on the go
So Q-Tip, what you on the mic for
Because I had to talk about the times that I rhyme
And when MCs come in my face, Im like mace
Because I back them off with the quills
Cause I tell you, nigger cause Ill keep you under frills
Resting on nine one one Sixteenth Ave off the Farmers Boulevard
Im from Manhattan M.C.A.s from Brooklyn
Yea, M.C.A., your shit be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and I cant be beat
So, yo Tip, whats up with the boots on your feet?
Ive got the timbals on my toes and this is how it goes
Oh, one two oh my God
One two, oh my God Ive got some shit
Ive got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever smoking crack, crack
Never ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin pineapple Now & Later
Listen to me now, dont listen to me later
Fuck it cause I know I didnt make it fuckin rhyme for real
But, yo technically Im as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it
Gonna get it together Ma Bell
Im like Ma Bell, Ive got the ill communications
Like Ma Bell, Ive got the ill communications (Whos that?)
Ma Bell (Word em up word word em up)
Ma Bell...
Keep it on and on