Beastie Boys - Shadrach - digitally remastered 99 lyrics

Riddle me this, 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 Who shall inherit the earth, the meek shall Hey yo I think I'm starting to peak now Al And then the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire We're just three M.C.'s and we're on the go Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednago) Only twenty-four hours in a day Only twelve notes that a man can play Music for all and 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, my bugged-out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are so frantic I mix business with pleasure way too much I mean 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 Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednago) Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks Give to the poor and I always give thanks 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 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) 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 bu*ter on 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 (Being very proud to be an M.C.) And the man upstairs, 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 ba** is bumpin' from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance They tell us what to do, hell no Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednago)