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

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

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

The kid got wild startin' actin'
He said, "Yo, that presidential I gotta it"
With liquor in his 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 to figure
"I'm a get dough all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the to 'Planet Rock'

Was out in the street when he met this
Who couldn't 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 skeezin' at top speed and ran Mos Def

I slowed the man down 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 then guess what he saw?
the chickenhead radio host
Who be 'bout beef between 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 props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the rover

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

Wit' on founded had him astounded an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this
He was out cream and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends the means
This ain't funny so don't you laugh
It's just what comes to pass you sell your ass
Life is than what your hands 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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