| I am not a muslim but I read the final call
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| because within its pages there is something for us all
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| and I am not professional but I love basketball
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| the squeaking of the sneakers they echo in the hall
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| But if I don’t have enemies I’m not doin' my job
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| I might throw out a curve ball but I never throw a lob
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| people criticize me but I know it’s not the end
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| I try to kick the truth not just to make friends
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| but hey diddle diddle
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| to the people in the middle
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| we got hot wax
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| and it cookin' on the griddle
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| Got the guitar strummin'
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| the drummer drummin'
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| the people all hummin'
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| and the vibe was lovin'
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| on and on and on
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| 'til the breakadawn
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| I am not a jerk although sometimes I act like one
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| and I am deadly serious about us havin' fun
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| well I go many places but I know I’m not with you
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| and I am not a sucker even though I’m stuck on you
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| each one- should teach one and share with one anotha
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| so many is out there-that's livin undercover
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| your motha your fatha your sista your brotha
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| your friends and their enemies all have their lovers
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| So tell me- the definition of a sell-out
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| cast your first stone-but then get the hell out
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| people say they know me I can tell you that they don’t
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| people say they own me I can tell you that they won’t
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| the left and the right they all try to use me
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| but I’ll be in they faces before they can abuse me
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| so roll down ya window and listen what I’m sayin'
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| relax ya mind and let the band keep playin'
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| on and on and on 'til the breakadawn
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