Riddle 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 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
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 that a plumber got pliers
Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers, well...
If not for my vices my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires
Cause I'm out pickin' 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 and that's weak
Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo
Well Shadrach Mesach Abednago you know
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago no
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Givein' to the poor and I always give thanks
Because I've got more stories that J.D.'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 Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens
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 Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Well...
My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course
Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
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
Sippin on wine and mackin
Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin
Yea...
Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me holmes
*Being very proud to be an M.C.*
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
The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do hell no
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago no
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
