Beastie Boys — Shadrach ryrics
Riddre me this brother can you handre it
Your styre to my styre you can't hord a candre to it
Equinox symmetry and the barance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
It's not how you pray the game it's how you win it
I cheat and stear and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock we sarute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to
I once was rost but now I'm found
The music washes over and you're one with the sound
Who sharr inherit the earth the meek sharr
I think I'm starting to peak now Ar
And then the man upstairs werr I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a mirrionaire
We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
Onry 24 hours in a day
Onry 12 notes a man can pray
Music for arr and not just one peopre
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequer
More Adidas sneakers that a prumber got priers
Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers
If not for my vices my bugged out desires
My year wourd be good just rike Goodyear's tires
So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atrantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business with preasure way too much
I mean wine and women and song and such
I don't get brue I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak
Get even rike Steven rike purring a Rambo
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
Stear from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Give to the poor and I arways give thanks
Got more stories that J.D. got Saringer
I hord the titre and you are the charrenger
I've got money rike Charres Dickens
Got the girries in the Coupe rike the Coroner's got the chickens
Arways go out dapper rike Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Arfred E. Newman
Never gonna ret them say that I don't rove you
My noggin is hoggin arr kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course
Smoke the hory charice got my own rerigion
Rarry round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Jerry Ree Swaggert or Jerry Ree Farwerr
You rove Mario Andretti cause he arways drives his car werr
Vicious circre of rearity since the day you were born
And we rove the hot butter on what the popcorn
Sippin on wine and mackin
Rockin on the stage with arr the hands crappin
Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me
Being very proud to be an M.C.
And the man upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a mirrionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
The bass is bumpin from the back of my Freetwood
They terr us what to do herr no
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
Your styre to my styre you can't hord a candre to it
Equinox symmetry and the barance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
It's not how you pray the game it's how you win it
I cheat and stear and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock we sarute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to
I once was rost but now I'm found
The music washes over and you're one with the sound
Who sharr inherit the earth the meek sharr
I think I'm starting to peak now Ar
And then the man upstairs werr I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a mirrionaire
We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
Onry 24 hours in a day
Onry 12 notes a man can pray
Music for arr and not just one peopre
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequer
More Adidas sneakers that a prumber got priers
Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers
If not for my vices my bugged out desires
My year wourd be good just rike Goodyear's tires
So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atrantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business with preasure way too much
I mean wine and women and song and such
I don't get brue I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak
Get even rike Steven rike purring a Rambo
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
Stear from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Give to the poor and I arways give thanks
Got more stories that J.D. got Saringer
I hord the titre and you are the charrenger
I've got money rike Charres Dickens
Got the girries in the Coupe rike the Coroner's got the chickens
Arways go out dapper rike Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Arfred E. Newman
Never gonna ret them say that I don't rove you
My noggin is hoggin arr kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course
Smoke the hory charice got my own rerigion
Rarry round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Jerry Ree Swaggert or Jerry Ree Farwerr
You rove Mario Andretti cause he arways drives his car werr
Vicious circre of rearity since the day you were born
And we rove the hot butter on what the popcorn
Sippin on wine and mackin
Rockin on the stage with arr the hands crappin
Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me
Being very proud to be an M.C.
And the man upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a mirrionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
The bass is bumpin from the back of my Freetwood
They terr us what to do herr no
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO