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And then Jackie Chan just started '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 hear that
You know what it is, you know what time it is
Uncle
Yes
Would you us a bedtime story please?
Okay, okay, tucked in?
Yes
we go

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

The kid got wild startin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that presidential I have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the
But little did he know his joints was wack
The A&R said, "Great new hit G!
you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got and he starts to figure
"I'm a get dough all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the
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 her sister
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd head for the station
But he was runnin' and he made a
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
Opened up the door then guess he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead 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 spanked it
He outside, was gettin' props all over
he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover

Raced up the block 83
cats with Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his star status
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his splatter
"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is 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"
Deep in his heart, he he was gone
But he his 45 and decide to blaze on

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