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Hey 
Hey 
Hey 
 
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 
 
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 
Well, who shall inherit the earth, the meek shall 
And yo, 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 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 
 
Hey hey hey 
Hey hey hey 
Hey yeah 
 
Ahh, only 24 hours in a day 
Only 12 notes, well, 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 that a plumber's got pliers 
Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers 
If not for my vices and 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 
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 
Shadrach Mesach Abednago 
 
Shadrach Mesach Abednago 
Shadrach Mesach Abednago 
Shadrach Mesach Abednago 
Shadrach Mesach Abednago 
 
Hey hey hey 
Hey hey hey 
Hey yeah 
 
Ah, steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks 
Give it to the poor and I always give thanks 
Because I got more stories than J.D.Salinger 
I hold the title and you are the challenger 
 
I've got money like Charles Dickens 
I got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens 
And I always go out dapper like Harry S.Truman 
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman, Newman 
 
{Oh, 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 
 
Like 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 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, 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 
Shadrach Mesach Abednago 
 
Hey, hey, hey 
Hey, hey, hey 
Hey