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And then Chan just started kickin' 'em
pow, pow, pow

Alright y'all, y'all enough of that
time to go to bed y'all
Time to go to bed , I don't hear that
You know what time it is, you know what it is
Uncle
Yes
Would you read us a bedtime story
Okay, okay, tucked in?
Yes
we go

Once a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life
When laws were stern and justice
And people was behavin' Hip-Hop was good
lived a little boy who was misled
By a little and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna some cash
Jackin' old and makin' the dash"
jacked the beats, money came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie
Set R&B over the track for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that I gotta have it"
With liquor in his son, he made up the track
But did he know that his joints was wack
The A&R said, "Great new hit G!
Whenever you a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he to figure
"I'm a get dough like all-a otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, the beat to 'Planet Rock'

Was out in the street he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix her sister
up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the station
But he was runnin' and he a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran Mos Def

I slowed the young man and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our and children?"
He ran up to the top floor
up the door then guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the radio host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef east and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you give it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and it number1
He went outside, was gettin' props all
Then he dipped into his ride, the rover

Raced up the doin' 83
Some cats Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his status mattered
They to make his blood splatter
"You rockin' ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' to Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they
told the kid, "Back down, that playa shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he he was gone
But he his 45 and decide to blaze on

Wit' shades on founded had him an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
Those the guns, so goes the glory
And is the way I got ta end this story
He was out cream and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the
This ain't funny so don't you dare
just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your hands can
night

Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
'em out

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