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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
and drinkin' on a Tuesday night

It's not how you play the game, how you win it
I and steal and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty we contribute to

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

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

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

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

More Adidas sneakers a plumber's got pliers
Got suitst than Jacoby and Meyers
If not for my vices and my bugged out
My year would be just like Goodyear's tires

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business pleasure way too much
You know wine, and women, and song, and

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

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

from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and I always give
Becuase I got more stories JD's got Salinger
I the title and you are the challenger

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

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

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

Like Jerry Lee or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you born
And we love the hot butter, on The popcorn

on wine and mackin'
Rockin on the stage all the hands clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
very proud of being MCs}

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

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

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