If you want a doo-doo 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 bozak
I've got more action than my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Crew

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
(Hurri-hurricane will cross fade on your ass)

And bust your ear drums
So 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
The top notch is my stock on the soap box
I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs
And that's a lot 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

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 quitting, so won't you listen?

Oh yes, indeed, it's fun time

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, but 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 do
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 I should be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever, and you could call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon the couch and watching my TV
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?ma 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

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, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Torn in the rock and the sure shot

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