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Get It Together

One-two, one-two, keep it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it 'til dawn
Listen to the Abstract, got it goin' 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

Now I'm Adrock 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, hittin' 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 nigger
Listen to the shit 'cause I am the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than this

Get it together, get it together

The phone is ringing, oh my god
Get it together, see what's happening

Adrock'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
I 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 telling 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 Bernhard

And I've been 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
S-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 derriere
While we're on that topic, yes, I like to mention
When it comes to bonin' wooo I'm representin'

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 get him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking (yeah)

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'm rhyming
And when MCs come in my face I'm like mace
Because I back them off with the quills
'Cause I have to tell you, nigger, 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on Nine One One Sixteenth Ave off the Farmers Boulevard (yeah)

Well, I'm from Manhattan and MCA's from Brooklyn
Yeah, MCA, yeah, 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 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, I got the ill communication
Ma Bell, I got the ill communication (who's that?)
Ma Bell, I got the ill communication (word 'em up, word-word 'em up)
Ma Bell
Keep it on and on and on...