Mario Caldato Jr - Shadrach lyrics

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 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 I think I'm starting to peak now, Al And 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 emcees and we're on the go SHADRACH, MESACH, ABEDNEGO Only 24 hours in a day, only 12 notes a man can play Music for all, 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 suites 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 picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you because your rhymes are so 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 Give to the poor and I always give thanks Because I've 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 Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens And I'm always going 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 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 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 Because the ba** is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do? Hell, no! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego