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

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

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

The kid got wild startin' actin'
He said, "Yo, presidential I gotta have it"
With liquor in his 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 amped and he to figure
"I'm a get dough like all-a these niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to Rock'

Was out in the street he met this sister
Who sing for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the and in excitation
He decided head for the radio 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 lies to our wives and children?"
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the door guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead radio
Who be yappin' 'bout between 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
he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover

Raced up the block 83
Some cats Hennessey saw him at a RED
He his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood
"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 word they said
They the kid, "Back down, that playa shit is dead"
in his heart, he knew he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and to blaze on

Wit' shades on had him astounded an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And is the way I got ta end this story
He was out chasin' and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends the means
This ain't funny so you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you sell ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
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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