I am not a muslim but I read the final call   because within it's pages there is something for us all   and I am not a professional, but I love basketball   the squeakin 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      (chorus)   but hey diddle diddle   to the people in the middle   we got hot wax   and it's 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   'till 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 sucka 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. Yeah!      (chorus)      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 your window and listen what I'm sayin'    relax ya mind let the band keep playin'    on and on and on 'till the breakadawn      (chorus)