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

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

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

The kid got startin' actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that I gotta have it"
liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But did he know that 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 starts to
"I'm a get dough all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the
For Pop radio, the beat to 'Planet Rock'

Was out in the street he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix wit' her
up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd 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 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 guess what he Who?
Jane the radio 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 into his ride, the rover

Raced up the block 83
Some cats with saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his star mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to his blood splatter
"You rockin' ice and all you do is cling static
And down to Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His eyes was red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid, "Back down, that 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 the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this
He was out chasin' cream and the American
to pretend the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare
just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than your hands can grasp
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
'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
'em out

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