Riddle me this 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
  Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall
  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 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. got Salinger
  I hold the title and you are the challenger
  I've got money like Charles Dickens
  Got the girlies in the Coupe 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
  They tell us what to do hell no
  SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO