Sure Shot

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

Oh 'cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop

Oh when 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, yeah, 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 the Pelham One-Two-Three

If you want a doo-doo rhyme then come see me

I got the savoir 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'm Kojack

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

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

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

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

(Ad-Rock come and rock the sure shot)

Hold up, hold up

'Cane will crossfade on your ass and bust your eardrums

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 a lot because I got my share

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

Gotta straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much sick shit

Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes

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

Well, 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 quittin', so won't you listen

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

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

Oh well, you can't, you won't and you don't stop

(MCA come and rock the sure shot)

I wanna 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 wanna offer my love and respect to the end

Well you say I'm twenty-something, that I shouldn't be slacking

But I'm working harder than ever and you be could call it macking

So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch watching my TV

Still listen to wax, I'm not using the CD

Well, 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 quittin'

Think I'm going to 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 got the ill communications

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

Oh 'cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop

Oh well, you can't, you won't and you don't stop

(Gone and a-rocking the sure shot)

B-boy!

B-girl!