Shadrach

Riddle me this my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you cant hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin and drinkin on a
Tuesday night
Its not how you play the game, its how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin and
Im 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
Im foundThe music washes over and youre one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the earth?
The meek shall
And yo , I think
Im starting to peak now,
AlAnd then the man upstairs, well
I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts
Id be a millionaire
Were just three
MCs and were on the go
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach ,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Only twenty four hours in a day
Only twelve notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not just one people
And now were gonna bust with the
Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers that a plumbers got pliers
Got more suitst than
Jacoby and
MeyersIf not for my vices and my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like
Goodyears tires
So Im out pickin pockets at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business with pleasure way too much
You know wine, andwomen, and song, and such
I dont get blue,
I gotta mean red streak
You dont pay the band, your friends, yo thats weak
Get even like
Steven like pulling a
RamboShadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Steal from the rich and
Im out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and
I always give thanks
Becuase I got more stories that
JDs got Salinger
I hold the title and you are the challenger
Ive got money like
Charles Dickens
Ive got the girlies in the coup like the
Colonels got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like the
Harry S. Truman
Im madder than
Mads Alfred
E. Neuman{
Im never gonna let them say that
I dont love you}
Well, my noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts
And Adams yoggin is
Yauch and hes rockin of course
Smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Like Jerry
Lee Swaggert or
Jerry Lee
FalwellYou like
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, on what?
The popcorn
Sippin on wine and mackin
Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin
Ride the wave of fate, it dont ride me holmes {
Being very proud of being
MCs}And the man upstairs
I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts
Id be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers, under my rear hood
Becuase the bass is bumpin from the back of my
FleetwoodThey tell us what to do?
Hell noShadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach,
Mesach, Abednago