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And Jackie Chan just started kickin' '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 wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you know what it is
Uncle
Yes
Would you read us a bedtime story
Okay, okay, tucked in?
Yes
we go

Once upon a time not ago
When people Adidas and lived life slow
When laws stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like Hip-Hop was
lived a little boy who was misled
By a shatan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some
Jackin' old 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' actin'
He said, "Yo, presidential 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!
Whenever you need a loop, yo get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to
"I'm a get dough all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, in the studio 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
up the track 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
up the door then guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you gotta it run!"
The said, "Thanks" and spanked it number1
He went outside, was props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the rover

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

Wit' shades on had him astounded an'
Before long, the young man got
grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out chasin' and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the justify 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
Good

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

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