BEASTIE BOYS/Q TIP – GET IT TOGETHER

Lyrics

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 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 of 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 am the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than this
*Get it together*
*Get it together*
Phone is ringing Oh my God
*Get it together*
*See what's happening*
Ad Rock down with the Ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is bony
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 hey *I ain't got no dust*
Yeah, 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
*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 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 MCs come in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back them off with the quills
'Cause I tell you, nigger 'cause I'll keep you under frills
Resting on nine one one Sixteenth Ave off the Farmers 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 boots on your feet?
I've got the timbals on my 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, crack
Never ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple Now & Later
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
Like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications (Who's that?)
Ma Bell (Word 'em up word word 'em up)
Ma Bell...
Keep it on and on

Paroles (Traduction)

1-2 1-2 garde le rythme
Écoute cette merde car on la balance jusqu'à l'aube
Écoute l'abstrait, on assure
Écoute les dames, viens et laisse-moi ensemencer
Tous tes œufs puis tu remontes la rivière
Écoute l'abstrait, ce négro déjanté
Je suis Ad Rock, je choque, je tic et je tac
Et je ne peux pas m'arrêter avec ce body rock
Tu vois, j'ai du cœur comme John Starks
Je fais des étincelles
Passe-moi le micro et je vais faire vibrer tout le parc
Je suis le M, le C, le A, c'est une nécessité
Les rimes qu'on balance sur le sujet de la luxure
Et ma mère n'est pas un cul, mais merde
Laisse-moi trouver le rythme
Oui, je deviens funky et je balance tout mon foutre
Comme John Holmes, le négro X-rated
Écoute ça car je suis la figure malade
Personne n'est plus grand que ça
*Rassemble-toi*
*Rassemble-toi*
Le téléphone sonne, mon Dieu
*Rassemble-toi*
*Regarde ce qui se passe*
Ad Rock avec l'Ione
Écoute ça car tous les deux sont maigres
On doit faire ça comme ça, comme Chachi et Joanie
Parce qu'elle est le fromage et je suis les macaronis
Alors pourquoi toute cette bagarre et tout ce bruit
Parce que hey *je n'ai pas de poussière*
Ouais, tu sais je deviens idiot
J'ai une grand-mère Hazel et une grand-mère Tilly
Président de Grand Royal et je suis aussi membre
Né à la limite en novembre
Je fais le Patty Duke au cas où tu ne te souviendrais pas
Eh bien, je déchire une beat funky comme si c'était dans un mixeur
Eh bien, je suis parti, parole donnée
Je n'ai pas besoin d'un foutu idiot pour me dire ce qui est bien ou mal
Je ne pense pas être malin, ni jouer les durs
Mais

Thématique Collaboration

Style Rap

Keywords Collaboration, New York

Entités normées A Tribe Called Quest, Afrika Bambaataa, Beastie Boys, Def Jam, Q-Tip