Sure Shot

You can't, you won't and you don't stop

Mike D. come and rock the sure shot

I've got the brand new doo-doo guaranteed like yoo hoo

I'm on like Dr. John,

yea Mr. Zu Zu

I'm a newlywed,

not a divorcee

And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey

Well,

it's the taking of pelham, one, two, three

If you want a doodoo rhyme then come see me

I've got the savior faire with the unique rhyme and

I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time

And strictly hand held is the style I go

Never rock the mic with the panty hose

I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go

'Cause at the boards is the man

they call the Mario

Pull up at the function

and you know I kojak

To all the party people that are on my bozack

I've got more action than my man John Woo

And I've got mad hits

like I was Rod Carew

You can't, you won't and you don't stop

Adrock come and rock the sure shot

Hurricane will cross fade on your ass and bust your ear drums

Listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears

I'm fresh like Dougie when I get my specs and

On the microphone I come correct

Timing like a clock

when I rock the hip hop

Top notch is my stock on the soap box

I've got more rhymes than I've got grey hairs

And that's alot because I've got my share

I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it

Got to straighten my thoughts,

I'm thinking too much sick shit

Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes

I've got to step back, I've got to contemplate

I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very

On rock the microphone and then I'm gone

I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech wizard

Never quitting, so won't you listen

Oh yes indeed, It's fun time

'Cause you can't,

you won't and you don't stop

M.C.A. come and rock the sure shot

I want to say a little something that's long overdue

The disrespect to women has got to be through

To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends

I want to offer my love

and respect to the end

Well you say I'm twenty something and I should be slacking

But I'm working harder than ever

and you could call it macking

So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch watching my T.V.

I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD

I'm that kid in the corner

All fucked up and I wanna so I'm gonna

Take a piece of the pie,

why not, I'm not quitting

Think I'm gonna change up my style

just to fit in

I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic

I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic

To send my rhymes out to all the nations

Like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications

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