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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