Shadrach

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

It's not how you play the game, 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 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 MC's and we're on the go

SHADRACH

MESACH

ABEDNEGO

Only twenty four

Hours in a day

Only twelve notes

Well, a man can play

Music for all but not just one people

And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers

Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers

If not for my vices

And my bugged-out desires

My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires

'Cause I'm out pickin' pockets, 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 and women and song and such

I don't get blue, I got a mean red streak

You don't pay the band

Your friends

Yo that's weak

Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo

SHADRACH

MESACH

ABEDNEGO

Steal from the rich

And I'm out robbing banks

Giving to the poor

And I always give thanks

Because I got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger

I hold the title

And you are the challenger

I've got money

Like Charles Dickens

I got the girlies in the Coupe 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"

Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts

And 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

Like Jerry Lee Swaggart

Or Jerry Lee Falwell

You're 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, "Say what!" The popcorn

Sippin' on wine

And mackin'

Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin'

Ride the wave of fate

It don't ride me, homes

"Being very proud to be an MC"

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 bumpin'

From the back of my Fleetwood

They tell us what to do—Hell, no!

SHADRACH

MESACH

ABEDNEGO