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One-two, one-two, keep it on
Listen to the s–t because we kick 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 n—a

[Ad Rock]
Now I’m Ad Rock and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I can’t stop with the body rock

[Mike D]
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 f–k 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—-r
Listen to the s–t cause I am the ill figure
Nobody’s getting any bigger than this

*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 s–t cause both of them is bony
Gotta do it like this, like Chachi And Joanie

[Ad Rock]
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
I’ve got a Grandma Hazel and a Grandma Tilly

[Mike D]
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 s–t was in a blender

Well, I’m long gone, word is bond
Don’t need a motherf–kin’ fool to tell 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

[Mike D]
And I’m 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
S-see what’s happening

I go One-Two like my name was Biz Mark
But I had to do the s–t, just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let’s kick the s–t off cause, yo, I’m not the herb

[Mike D]
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 going
Talking lots of s–t, a little tweaking on the weekend (what?)
I gotta to get him by the reins because I know that I’m freaking (yeah)

[Ad Rock]
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’m rhyming
And when MCs come in my face, I’m like mace
Because I back them off with the quills
Cause I tell you, n—a’, cause I’ll keep you under prills
Resting on Nine-One-One Sixteenth Ave., off the Farmers Boulevard (yeah)

I’m from Manhattan, MCA’s from Brooklyn
Yeah, MCA, your s–t 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

[Mike D]
I got some s–t
I’ve got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never, ever, ever smoking crack

Never, ever, ever f–king wack
I eat the f–kin’ pineapple Now & Laters
Listen to me now, don’t listen to me later
F–k it, cause I know I didn’t make it f–kin’ 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 communication
Like Ma Bell, I’ve got the ill communications (Who’s that?)
Ma Bell, I got the ill communication (word ’em up, word-word ’em up)
Ma Bell
Keep it on and on and on…
Get It Together
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.