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

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

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

The kid got wild startin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that I gotta have it"
With liquor in his son, he made up the track
But little did he that his joints was wack
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' the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to Rock'

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

I slowed the man down and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door then guess what he Who?
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' beef between east and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you gotta it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and spanked it
He went outside, was gettin' props all
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point

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

Wit' on founded had him astounded an'
Before long, the young man got
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the
And that is the way I got ta end this
He was out cream and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the justify the means
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is than what your hands can grasp
Good

'em out the box Mos, knock '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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