I am not a muslim but I read the final call

Because within its pages there is something for us all

And I am not professional but I love basketball

The squeaking of the sneakers they echo in the hall

But if I don't have enemies I'm not doin' my job

I might throw out a curve ball but I never throw a lob

People criticize me but I know it's not the end

I try to kick the truth not just to make friends



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But hey diddle diddle

To the people in the middle

We got hot wax

And it cookin' on the griddle

Got the guitar strummin'

The drummer drummin'

The people all hummin'

And the vibe was lovin'

On and on and on

'til the breakadawn



I am not a jerk although sometimes I act like one

And I am deadly serious about us havin' fun

Well I go many places but I know I'm not with you

And I am not a sucker even though I'm stuck on you

Each one- should teach one and share with one anotha

So many is out there-that's livin undercover

Your motha your fatha your sista your brotha

Your friends and their enemies all have their lovers



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So tell me- the definition of a sell-out

Cast your first stone-but then get the hell out

People say they know me I can tell you that they don't

People say they own me I can tell you that they won't

The left and the right they all try to use me

But I'll be in they faces before they can abuse me

So roll down ya window and listen what I'm sayin'

Relax ya mind and let the band keep playin'

On and on and on 'til the breakadawn



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