One, two, one, two 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 niggerI'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 mike
And I'll be rocking the whole parkI'm theM 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'm getting funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the X-rated nigger
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than thisGet it together
Get it together
Phone is ringin', oh my God
Get it together, see what's happenin'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
Yeah, you know I'm getting silly
I've got a grandma Hazel and a grandma Tilly
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 blenderWell, I'm long gone word is born
Don't need a mother fuckin' fool tellin' 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 taxin'
Got to get it together and see what's happenin'Get it together
Get it together
Get it together
See what's happenin'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's kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herbWell, 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 like to mention
When it comes to boning 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
I've got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm freakin'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 mike for
Because I had to talk about the times that I rhymeAnd when M.C's come in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back them off with the quills
'Cause I tell you, nigger 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Restin' on nine one one sixteenth are off the Farmers BoulevardI'm from Manhattan M.C.A.'s from Brooklyn
Yeah, M.C.A., your shit be cookin'
Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on your feetI'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 kitNever, ever, ever smoking crack, crack
Never, ever, ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple now and later
Listen to me now, don't listen to me laterFuck 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 communicationsMa Bell, I've got the ill communication
Ma Bell, I've got the ill communication
Ma Bell, I've got the ill communication
Ma Bell, I've got the ill communication
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