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You can't, you won't and you don't stop |
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Mike D. come and rock the sure shot |
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I've got the brand new doo-doo guaranteed like yoo hoo |
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I'm on like Dr. John, |
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yea Mr. Zu Zu |
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I'm a newlywed, |
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not a divorcee |
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And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey |
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Well, |
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it's the taking of pelham, one, two, three |
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If you want a doodoo rhyme then come see me |
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I've got the savior faire with the unique rhyme and |
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I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time |
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And strictly hand held is the style I go |
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Never rock the mic with the panty hose |
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I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go |
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'Cause at the boards is the man |
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they call the Mario |
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Pull up at the function |
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and you know I kojak |
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To all the party people that are on my bozack |
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I've got more action than my man John Woo |
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And I've got mad hits |
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like I was Rod Carew |
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You can't, you won't and you don't stop |
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Adrock come and rock the sure shot |
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Hurricane will cross fade on your ass and bust your ear drums |
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Listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears |
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I'm fresh like Dougie when I get my specs and |
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On the microphone I come correct |
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Timing like a clock |
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when I rock the hip hop |
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Top notch is my stock on the soap box |
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I've got more rhymes than I've got grey hairs |
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And that's alot because I've got my share |
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I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it |
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Got to straighten my thoughts, |
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I'm thinking too much sick shit |
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Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes |
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I've got to step back, I've got to contemplate |
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I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very |
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On rock the microphone and then I'm gone |
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I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech wizard |
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Never quitting, so won't you listen |
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Oh yes indeed, It's fun time |
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'Cause you can't, |
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you won't and you don't stop |
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M.C.A. come and rock the sure shot |
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I want to say a little something that's long overdue |
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The disrespect to women has got to be through |
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To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends |
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I want to offer my love |
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and respect to the end |
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Well you say I'm twenty something and I should be slacking |
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But I'm working harder than ever |
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and you could call it macking |
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So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch watching my T.V. |
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I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD |
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I'm that kid in the corner |
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All fucked up and I wanna so I'm gonna |
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Take a piece of the pie, |
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why not, I'm not quitting |
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Think I'm gonna change up my style |
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just to fit in |
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I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic |
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I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic |
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To send my rhymes out to all the nations |
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Like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications |
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