Get It Together Lyrics - Ill Communication - Beastie Boys

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 nigga 

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 rocking the whole park 

I'm the m to the see 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 nigga 

Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure 

Nobody's getting any bigger than this 

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 

Yea, you know I'm getting silly 

I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma tilly 

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 shit was in a blender 

Well, I'm long gone word is born 

Don't need a mother fucking 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 

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 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 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 shit 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 that I rhyme 

And when m.c.s come in my face, I'm like mace 

Because I back them off with the quills 

Nigga 'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills 

Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard 

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s from brooklyn 

Yea, m.c.a., your shit 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 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've got the ill communications