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

Alright y'all, alright y'all of that
It's time to go to bed
to go to bed , I don't wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you what time it is
Mos?
Yes
Would you read us a bedtime story
Okay, okay, y'all in?
Yes
we go

Once upon a not long ago
When people wore Adidas and life slow
When laws were and justice stood
And people was behavin' Hip-Hop was good
There a little boy who was misled
By a little shatan and is what he said
"Me and you kid we make some cash
old beats and makin' the dash"
They jacked the beats, money wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's he had a disease
He jacked and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B over the track for 'Deep

The kid got wild startin' actin'
He said, "Yo, that presidential I gotta it"
With liquor in his belly son, he up the track
But little did he know that his joints was
The A&R said, "Great new hit G!
Whenever you need a loop, yo get me"
The kid got amped and he to figure
"I'm a get dough like all-a these niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to Rock'

Was out in the when he met this sister
Who couldn't for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd head for the station
But he was and he made a left
Was at top speed and ran into Mos Def

I the young man down and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
up the door then guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you give it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and it number1
He went outside, was props all over
Then he dipped his ride, the 4-point rover

Raced up the block 83
Some cats with saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his star mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to his blood splatter
"You crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to late night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they
They the kid, "Back down, that playa shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and decide to on

shades on founded had him astounded an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so 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 funny so don't you dare laugh
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
'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
'em out

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