Shadrach Lyrics

(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.) 

     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