Get It Together (Buck-Wild Remix)

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 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 rocking the whole park

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

The rhymes that we bust on the topic on 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'm the ill figure

Nobody's getting any bigger than this

Get it together

Get it together

Get it

Phone is ringing, oh my God

Get it together

See what's happening

Ad rock 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

Because I ain't got no dust

Yea, you know I'm getting silly

Got a grandma Hazel and a grandma Tilly

I've got a Grand Royalprez 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 born

Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong

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

But I shall drive the lane like I was Evan Bernhard

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

Got to get it together and see what's happening

Get it together

Get it together

Get it together

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

Tho moog with the funk for your derriere

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

When it comes to boning I'm representing

Spacing, zoning, talkin' 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 freaking

Well, I'm a funky skull 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

Because I had to talk about the times when I rhyme

And when M.C.S come in my face, I'm like mace

Because I back them off with the quills

Nigga 'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills

Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the Farmes Boulevard

But I'm from Manhattan M.C.A.'s from Brooklyn

Yea, M.C.A., your shit be cooking

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

So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on your feet

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

Oh, 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 & 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've got the ill communications

Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications

Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications

Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications

Ma Bell

Keep it on and on