Beastie Boys - Shadrach lyrics

Ah ha yeah hey ah ha yeah hey
Ah ha yeah 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 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 emcees, and we're on the go
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego!

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego shad Hey, hey
Hey hey hey hey hey yeah, hmm

Only twenty-four hours in a day
Only twelve notes, well, a man can play
Music for all, but 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 suit's than Jacoby & Meyers (Wow)
If not for my vices
And my bugged-out desires
My year would be good
Just like Goodyear's tires
'Cause, I'm out picking pockets
At the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause
Your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business and 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
(Even) like pulling a Rambo
Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! (You know)

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego shad Hey, hey
Hey hey hey hey hey yeah, hmm

Steal from the rich
And I'm out robbing banks
Givin' to the poor, and I always give thanks
Because I've got more stories
Than JD'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 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
(Newman)

(Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, Shad)
(Oh, never gonna let 'em say
That I don't love you)
(Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego)
(Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego)

Well, my noggin is hoggin'
All kinds of thoughts
And Adam Yoggin is Yauch, and
He's rockin' of course, wow
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 butter
(Say what?) The popcorn
Sippin' on wine and mackin'
Rockin' on the stage with
All the hands clappin', yeah
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
Homes (Being very proud of bein' emcees)
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
Because the bass 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 shad

Ah ha yeah hey ah ha yeah hey
Ah ha yeah hey ah ha yeah hey
Ah ha yeah hey ah ha yeah hey
Ah ha yeah hey