Get It Together

One-two, one-two, keep it on Listen to the shit be'cause we keep it 'til dawn Listen to the Abstract, got it going on Listen to the ladies, come on and let me spawn On your eggs, then you go up the river Listen to the Abstract, that freaky nigga 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 rockin' 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 nigga Listen to the shit 'cause I am the ill figure Nobody's getting any bigger than this Get it together Get it together Phone is ringing, oh my God Get it together See what's happening Ad-Rock's down with the Ione Listen to the shit "cause both of them is boney Gotta do it like this like Chachi and Joanie "Cause she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni So why all the fight and why all the fuss? "Cause I ain't got no dust Yeah, 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, 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 bond Don't need a motherfuckin' fool tellin' me right from wrong I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard But I'm-a drive the lane like I was Evan Bernard And I be working on my game Because life is taxing Gotta get it together And see what's happening Get it together Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute (get it together) Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute (get it together) Wait a minute, wait a minute See what's 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 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 that topic, yes, I like to mention When it comes to bonin', woo, I'm representing Spacin', zonin', talkin' on the phone and My brain is roamin' and I don't know where it's goin' Talking lots of shit, a little tweaking on the weekend (what?) I gotta to get him by the reins be'cause I know that I'm freaking (yeah) Well, I'm a funky soul and I'm a Scorpio And when I get my flow I'm Dr. On-the-Go So, Q-Tip, what you on the mic for? Be'cause I had to talk about the times when I rhyme And when the MC's come in my face, I'm like mace Be'cause I back them off with the quills 'Cause I have to tell you, nigga, "cause I'll keep you under prills Resting on Nine One One Sixteenth Ave off the Farmer's Boulevard Well, I'm from Manhattan, MCA's from Brooklyn Yeah, MCA, your shit be cookin' Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat But, yo, Tip, what's up with the boots on your feet? Got the Timbos on the toes and this is how it goes Oh, one-two, oh my god One-two, oh my god I 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 & 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 I'm like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication Ma Bell, got the ill communication Ma Bell, got the ill communications (who's that?) Ma Bell, got the ill communication (word 'em up, word-word 'em up) Ma Bell Keep it on and on