Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shadrach , by - Beastie Boys. Release date: 24.07.1989
Song language: English
Shadrach |
| Riddle me thisbrother 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 |
| Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall |
| I think I’m starting to peak now Al From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares |
| If I had a penny for my thoughts I’d be a millionaire |
| We’re just 3 M.C.'s and we’re on the go SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO |
| Only 24 hours in a day |
| Only 12 notes a man can play |
| Music for all and not just one people |
| And now we’re gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel |
| More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers |
| Got more suites that Jacoby &Meyers |
| If not for my vices my bugged out desires |
| My year would be good just like Goodyear’s tires |
| So I’m out pickin’pockets at the Atlantic Antic |
| And nobody wants to hear you’cause your rhymes are so frantic |
| I mix business with pleasure way too much |
| I mean wine and women and song and such |
| I don’t get blue I gotta mean red streak |
| You don’t pay the band your friends and that’s weak |
| Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo |
| SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO |
| Steal from the rich and I’m out robbing banks |
| Give to the poor and I always give thanks |
| Got more stories that J.D. Salinger |
| I hold the title and you are the challenger |
| I’ve got money like Charles Dickens |
| Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel’s got the chickens |
| Always go 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 |
| My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts |
| 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 |
| Jerry Lee Swaggert 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 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 millionaire |
| Amps and crossovers under my rear hood |
| The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood BroughamD’Elegance |
| They tell us what to do hell no SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO |