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Riddle me this my brother, can you it?
style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday

It's not how you the game, it's how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a
For those about to rock we you
The dirty for dirty minds we contribute to

I once was lost but now I'm
The music washes and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the earth? The meek
And yo, I I'm starting to peak now, Al

And then the man upstairs, well I hope he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
We're just three and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,

Only twenty hours in a day
twelve notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not just one
And now gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers that a got pliers
Got more suitst Jacoby and Meyers
If not for my vices and my out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's

So I'm out pickin' at the atlantic antic
And nobody to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix with pleasure way too much
You wine, and women, and song, and such

I don't get blue, I gotta red streak
You pay the band, your friends, yo that's weak
Get like Steven like pulling a Rambo
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,

Steal from the rich and I'm out banks
to the poor and I always give thanks
Becuase I got more stories JD's got Salinger
I hold the title and you are the

I've got like Charles Dickens
got the girlies in the coup like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like the S. Truman
I'm than Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

{I'm never gonna let them say that I don't love

Well, my noggin is all kinds of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of
Smoke the chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky musicians

Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee
You like Mario Andretti he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were
And we the hot butter, on what? The popcorn

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the stage with all the hands
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
{Being very proud of MCs}

And the man upstairs I hope that he
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a
Amps and crossovers, my rear hood
Becuase the bass is bumpin from the of my Fleetwood

They us what to do? Hell no
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,