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

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

Once a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and life slow
When were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like 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 beats and the dash"
jacked the beats, money came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Wonder
Set some R&B over the track for 'Deep

The kid got wild startin' erratic
He said, "Yo, presidential I gotta have it"
With 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 a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got and he starts to figure
"I'm a get dough like these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio '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 decided head for the radio station
But he was runnin' and he a left
Was skeezin' at top and ran into Mos Def

I slowed the young man down and I "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door then what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be 'bout beef between east and west coast
He said, "This a bullet, you gotta give it run!"
The said, "Thanks" and spanked it number1
He went outside, was gettin' all over
Then he into his ride, the 4-point rover

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

Wit' shades on founded had him an'
Before long, the young man got
Those the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out chasin' and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the justify the means
This ain't funny so you dare laugh
It's just what comes to when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your 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
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
'em out

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