Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shadrach, artist - Beastie Boys. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
Shadrach |
| 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 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! |
| Only 24 hours in a day, only 12 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 suits than Jacoby & Meyers |
| 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 because your rhymes are damn frantic |
| I mix business with 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 like pulling a Rambo |
| Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! |
| 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 J.D.'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 |
| (Never gonna let them say that I don’t love you) |
| Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts |
| And 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 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 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, Homes |
| (Being very proud to be an MC) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
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| Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego |
| Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no) |
| Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego |