1. SABOTAGE

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm a' set straight, this watergate
I can't stand rocking when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage

So listen up 'cause you can't say nothin'
You'll shut me down with a push of your button
But I'm out and I'm gone
I'll tell you now I keep it on and on

'Cause what you see you might not get
And we can bet so don't you get souped yet
You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now it's sabotage

Why
Our backs are now against the wall
Listen all of y'all it's a sabotage (x4)

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm a' set straight this watergate
I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgraced because you're all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I'm buddy rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be, it's a mirage
You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage


2. HEART ATTACK MAN

Drink a six pack and then you play some ball
Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall
Add on two joints and then he starts to sweat
Two hundred seventy five pounds that you can't forget

Heart attack, heart attack man
Spend all your money on your health insurance plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Keep on getting bigger because you know that you can

Why do you force yourself on top of that girl
Laugh with all your buddies because it's a man's man's world
Someday that shit will come back to you
You've been throwing your weight around and
Your shit is through

Heart attack, heart attack man
Going nowhere, got no master plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Heart attack

Weighs in at two seventy five
My man is lucky to be alive
Smokin' and drinkin' too
The heart attack man is gonna be running over you
Got no god damn respect
Had to put the big big bitch in check

Heart attack, heart attack man
Lungs full of tar and a stomach full of spam
Heart attack, heart attack man
Time to change your ways heart attack man


3. TOUGH GUY

Butcher me on the court
Too many elbows to report
Now you're poking me in the eye
Bill Laimbeer motherfucker, it's time for you to die

Tough guy, it's time to check yourself
Dribbling the ball like the biz can be bad
For your health
Tough guy, what you got to prove
Moving like an elephant, that's your favorite
Tough guy, your shit is going out

Tough guy

Box me out with your fat ass
Throw me around like a bounce pass
You've got a tombstone hanging over your dick
Cause a minor earthquake when you throw a moving pick

Touch guy, you think you're like the Shaq
Keep running around, you'll catch a heart attack
Tough guy, what are you giving me
The way you're playing ball, you'll stop me from living be

Tough guy, tough guy
Tough guy, you're shit is weak
Tough guy, you fucking freak
Tough guy, I'll stick I'll stick your shit
Tough guy


4. MULLET HEAD

You're coming off like you're Van Damme
You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am
You've got names like Billy Ray
Now you sing Hip Hop Hooray
Put your Dakleys and your stone wash on
Watching MTV and you mosh on
Number one on the side and don't touch the back
Number six on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack

Shiny chrome rims never rusted
Driving through the tunnel, you might get busted
Never trusted, Mullet head
You know you took that girl to bed
Cruising 8th Street Saturday night
Trying to find a head shop, looking to fight
You've got that stonewash derriere
Spike the top because the week-end is here

You want to know what's a mullet? well
I got a little story to tell
About a hair style, that's way of life
Have you ever seen a Mullet wife?

Yo, take a chill be , check out my Spillbee
'Cause you don't know about the Mullet head
Cruise in my Iroc, stonewash on my cock
Got it like that 'cause I'm the Mullet head
Put me on trial 'cause I'm worth your while
Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the Mullet man

Read the New York Post, read a story
About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory
They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl
Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world
A real lover man, a real Cassanova
Joey got horny and now he's over
Amy got pissed, shot his wife
Joey gest to jail for the rest of his life

Cut the sides, don't touch the back.


5. FUTTERMAN'S RULE

Time is runnin' and passin'
And passin' and runnin'
And runnin' and passin'
So you all better get right at this time
'Cause it might be no next time ya'll


6. GET IT TOGETHER

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