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

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

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

The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that presidential I have it"
liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know 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 starts to
"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 when he met sister
Who couldn't for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in
He he'd head for the radio station
But he was and he made a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran Mos Def

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

Raced up the block 83
cats with Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his star mattered
They to make his blood splatter
"You crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to Brooklyn late is problematic"
His eyes was 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' shades on had him astounded an'
Before long, the young man got
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out chasin' cream and the American
Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the
This ain't funny so don't you dare
It's just comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
night

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
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
'em out

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