Sure Shot Lyrics

(Beastie Boys/DJ Hurricane/Caldato)

     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 Fo 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'm Kojak
     To all the party people that are on my Bozak
     I've got more action than my man John Woo
     And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Crew

     You can't, you won't and you don't stop
     Ad Rock 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 set 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
     MCA 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 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 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 iistening 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 nations
     Like Ma Bell, I've got the Ill Communications

     (Chorus)