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Riddle me this my brother, can you it?
Your style to my style, you can't hold a to it
Equinox symmetry and the is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday

It's not how you the game, it's how you win it
I cheat and and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we to

I once was but now I'm found
The music washes over and one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the The meek shall
And yo, I I'm starting to peak now, Al

And then the man upstairs, well I hope he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a
We're three MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,

Only twenty hours in a day
Only twelve notes well a man can
Music for all, and not just one
And now we're bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers that a got pliers
Got suitst than Jacoby and Meyers
If not for my vices and my out desires
My year would be good like Goodyear's tires

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause rhymes are damn frantic
I mix with pleasure way too much
You wine, and women, and song, and such

I get blue, I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo that's
Get even like Steven pulling a Rambo
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,

Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing
Giving to the poor and I always thanks
Becuase I got more stories JD's got Salinger
I the title and you are the challenger

I've got money like Charles
I've got the girlies in the like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I go out dapper like the Harry S. Truman
I'm madder Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

{I'm never gonna let them say that I don't love

Well, my noggin is all kinds of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of
Smoke the holy chalice, got my own
Rally round the and check the funky dope musicians

Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee
You like Mario 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter, on what? The

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the with all the hands clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
{Being very proud of being

And the man upstairs I hope that he
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a
and crossovers, under my rear hood
Becuase the bass is from the back of my Fleetwood

They tell us what to do? no
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,