Lyrical Breakdown of Get It Together - Remastered 2009 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

One-two, one-two, keep it on

Listen to the shit because 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 derriere

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 because 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?

Because I had to talk about the times when I rhyme

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

Because 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 Farmers 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