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

Alright y'all, y'all enough of that
It's time to go to bed
Time to go to bed , I wanna hear that
You know time it is, you know what time it is
Uncle
Yes
Would you read us a story please?
Okay, okay, tucked in?
Yes
we go

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

The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that I gotta have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he up the track
But little did he know that his was wack
The A&R said, "Great new hit G!
you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to
"I'm a get dough all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, in the studio workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet

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

I slowed the young man and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' to our wives and children?"
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the door then what he saw? Who?
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you give 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

up the block doin' 83
Some cats Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his star status
rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"You crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And down to Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His was bloody red, he hung on every 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
Those the guns, so goes 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 you dare laugh
It's just what to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your hands can
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
'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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