One, two, one, two, keep it on Listen to the * because we keep it till dawn
Listen to the ass track, got it going on Listen to the ladies, come on and let me spawn
On your eggs, then you go off the river Listen to the ass track, that freaky nigga
Now I'm at rockin', I'm shockin', I'm tickin', I'm talkin'
I can't stop with the money, bro, I see I got heart like John Starrs
Hittin' fast bars, pass me the mic and I'll be rockin' the whole park
From the M to the C to the A and S to the F
The rhymes that we boss on the top of the loss
And my bars is not much, but * it, let me get down to the rhythm
Yes, I get funky and I shootin' all my chism like John Holmes
The X-rated nigga, listen to the * cause I am the ill figure
Ain't nobody thinkin' any bigger than this
Let's get it together
Let's get it together
Let's get it together
Let's get it together
Let's see what's happenin'
At rock's down with the Ioni
Listen to the * cause both of them is bony
Gotta do it like this, like Chachi and Joanie
But she's a cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight, why all the fuss?
Cause I ain't got no duck
Yeah
You know I'm gettin' silly
Got a grandma, a hazel and a grandma chili
I'm not the grand royal prince and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of November
I do the patty joke and in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a fuckin' beat like the shoes in a blender
Long gone, word is born
Don't need the motherfuckin' fool tellin' me right from wrong
I don't think I've slept, do I play like I'm hard?
But I'ma drive the lane like I was ever Bernard
And I've been workin' on my game, life taxin'
Gotta get it together and see what's happenin'
Let's get it together
Let's get it together
Let's get it together
Let's get it together
See what's happenin'
Go, I want to, like my name was Bismarck
Thought I had to do this *, just let me embark
On the lyric, on the down and the verb
Let me kick this * off, cause no, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb, but the spice
With the flavor, just feel
The move with the funk for your
Every act of work on the topic, yes
I'd like to mention when it comes to work


On it, ooh, I never said *
Face is on it, talkin' on the phone
And my brain is blowin', I don't know where it's goin'
Talkin' lots of *, a little twinkin' on the weekend
Gotta get up out of range, cause I know that I'm hookin'
I'm a funky stubborn, I'm a Scorpio
And when I got the flow, I'm Dr. Onagoso
Q-Tip, what you want the mic for?
Cause I had to talk about the times when I rhyme
And when the MCs come in my face, I'm like Mace
Cause I back them off with the quills
Cause I had to tell ya, make it cause I keep it up the frills
Rest in one-nine-one, one-six-teef
Have all the farmers on the floor
But I'm from Manhattan, MCA's from Brooklyn
Yeah, MCA, you should be cookin'
Rain man's just on the court and I can't be beat
But yo, tip, what's up?
With your boots on your feet
Got the cymbals on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh, one-two-oh, my God
One-two-oh, my God
I got some *, I got the kung fu grip
I have my green trap kit
Never, ever, ever smoking crack
Never, ever, ever fuckin' whack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple
Now and laters
Listen to me now and listen to me later
* 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, my bell
Like my bell, I got the ill communication
My bell, got the ill communication
My bell, got the ill communication
My bell, got the ill communication
My bell
Keep it on and on
Keep it on and on