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And then Jackie Chan 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 don't wanna hear
You know what time it is, you 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 wore Adidas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and stood
And people was like 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 ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a
He another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B over the for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that presidential I gotta it"
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the
But little did he know 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 like these otha niggaz!"
So, in the studio workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet

Was out in the street when he met this
Who sing for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd head for the station
But he was runnin' and he made a
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 radio
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you give it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and it number1
He outside, was gettin' props all over
he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover

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

Wit' shades on founded had him an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
Those the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out chasin' cream and the dream
to pretend the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you laugh
It's just what comes to when you sell 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
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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