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

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 rock we you
The dirty thoughts for minds we contribute to

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

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

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

twenty four hours in a day
Only notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope

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

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

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

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

Steal the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and I always give
Becuase I got more that JD's got Salinger
I the title and you are the challenger

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

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

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

Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious of reality since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter, on The popcorn

on wine and mackin'
Rockin on the stage all the hands clappin'
Ride the of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{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
Amps and crossovers, under my rear
Becuase the bass is bumpin the back of my Fleetwood

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

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