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

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

Once upon a time not ago
When people Adidas and lived life slow
When were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' Hip-Hop was good
There lived a little boy who was
By a little shatan and this is he said
"Me and you kid we make some cash
old beats and makin' the dash"
They jacked the beats, money came wit'
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a
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 that 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 otha niggaz!"
So, in the studio workin' '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 track and in
He decided head for the radio station
But he was and he made a left
Was at top speed and ran into Mos Def

I slowed the young man down and I started "Yo
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our and children?"
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the door then what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef east and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you gotta it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and spanked it
He went outside, was props all over
Then he 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 status mattered
They to make his blood splatter
"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 every word 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' on founded had him astounded an'
Before long, the young man got
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And is the way I got ta end this story
He was out cream and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare
It's what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
Good

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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