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

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

Once a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and life slow
laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' Hip-Hop was good
There lived a boy who was misled
By a little shatan and this is he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make 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 another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B the track for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that I gotta have it"
With liquor in his son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his joints was
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 like all-a these niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to Rock'

Was out in the street when he met sister
Who sing for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in
He he'd 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 and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door guess 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 dipped 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 status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood
"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is static
And rollin' to Brooklyn late night 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' on founded had him astounded an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out chasin' cream and the American
Tryin' to pretend the justify the means
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you your ass
Life is more than what your hands can
Good

'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
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
'em out

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