1-2 1-2 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 nigger
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 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 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
Becasue I ain't got no dust
Yea, 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 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'm 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 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
The 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
Nigger 'cause i tell you, nigger
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
Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications
Ma Bell,