Mario Caldato Jr - Get It Together (Buck-Wild Remix) lyrics

1, 2, 1, 2, keep it on Listen to the sh** 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 n***a 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 Pa** 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 bu*t But f** 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 n***a Listen to the sh** '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 sh** 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 sh** was in a blender Well, I'm long gone, word is born Don't need a mother f**ing 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 sh** just let me embark On the lyric and the noun and the verb Let me kick the sh** 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 sh**, 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 n***a 'cause I tell you, n***a '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 sh** 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 sh** I've got the Kung Fu grip behind my green trap kit Never, ever, ever smoking crack, never, ever, ever f**ing wack I eat the f**in' pineapple now & laters Listen to me now, don't listen to me later f** it 'cause I know I didn't make it f**in' 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