Shadrach - Beastie Boys (野兽男孩)

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

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 three M C 's and we're on the go

Sharach Mesach Abednago

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Only twenty four hours in a day

Only twelve notes 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 got pliers

Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers

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 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

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Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks

Give to the poor and I always give thanks

Cause I got more stories that 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 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 d**e 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 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

Becuase the bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood

They tell us what to do Hell no

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