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

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

Once a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life
When laws stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like Hip-Hop was
There lived a little boy who was
By a little shatan and is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make cash
Jackin' old and makin' the dash"
They 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 for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got startin' actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that 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!
you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he to figure
"I'm a get dough like these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet

Was out in the street he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix her sister
Hooked up the and in excitation
He he'd head for the radio station
But he was runnin' and he a left
Was at top speed and ran into 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 then guess what he Who?
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef east and west coast
He said, "This a bullet, you gotta give it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and spanked it
He went outside, was gettin' props all
Then he dipped his ride, the 4-point rover

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

Wit' shades on had him astounded an'
long, the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this
He was out chasin' and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare
It's just what to pass 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
'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

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