do your believin'
curiosity killed the cat
as we hip-hop away from our bodega
with a pocket bambu and a six-pack brew
my honey bee performs a sega
until a pair of puerto ricans intercept our view
they're representing christianity ways
i gotta tell you they were ok
but a freestyle-type religion's all the craze
you score a strike at a ten-pin bowling pays
in guarding what we admire
now i'm neatly positioned in the corner
on the middle of the edge with a birds eye view
the walls perspire like a sauna
the floors sinking and the beat's like shiatsu
dreamtime revealed on three dimensional rays
i've gotto rock if it's ok
freestyle religion's in need of some praise
love your brother is an olden golden phrase
in guarding what we admire
living to fulfill our desire
living to fulfill our desire
living to fulfill our desire