ShadrachRiddle me this, my brother, can you handle it?Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry, and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night Not how you play the game, but it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin, and I'm a cynic For those about to rock, we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost, but now I'm found The music washes over, and you're one with the sound Well, who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire We're just three emcees, and we're on the go Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Only 24 hours in a day Only 12 notes, well, a man can play Music for all, for not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers than a plumber got pliers Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers Well, if not for my vices and my bugged out desires My year would be good, just like Goodyear's tires 'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are so frantic I mix business and pleasure way too much You know, wine and women and song and such I don't get blue, I gotta mean red streak You don't pay the band (your friends), yo, that's weak Get even like Steven, like pulling a Rambo Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, you know Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Stealing from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks Giving to the poor, and I always give thanks Because I've got more stories that JD's got Salinger I hold the title, and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the coup, like the Colonel's got the chickens And I always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman Never gonna let them say that I don't love you Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Well, my noggin' is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts And Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin', of course Well, smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky-dope musicians Just like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter (say what?) the popcorn Sipping on wine and macking Rocking on the stage with all the hands clapping Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Holmes Being very proud to be an emcee And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do, hell, no Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego |
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