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Beastie Boys Paul's Boutique Shadrach (Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.) 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 Not how you play the game but 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 then 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 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Only 24 hours in a day Only 12 notes well a man can play Music for all for not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers, well... If not for my vices my bugged out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires Cause I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic I mix business and pleasure way too much You know 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 Well Shadrach Mesach Abednago you know Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago no Shadrach Mesach Abednago Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks Givein' to the poor and I always give thanks Because I've got more stories that J.D.'s got Salinger I hold the title and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens I've 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* Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Well... 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 butter say what the popcorn Sippin on wine and mackin Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin Yea... Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me holmes *Being very proud to be an M.C.* 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 The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do hell no Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago Shadrach Mesach Abednago no Shadrach Mesach Abednago |
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