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

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

Once upon a time not ago
When people wore Adidas and lived slow
When laws were stern and justice
And was behavin' like Hip-Hop was good
There a little boy who was misled
By a little shatan and is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make cash
old beats and makin' the dash"
They 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 the track for 'Deep 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 little did he know that his joints was
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 like all-a otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet

Was out in the street when he met sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix her sister
up the track and in excitation
He decided head for the radio station
But he was runnin' and he made a
Was at top speed and ran into Mos Def

I the young man down and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you lies to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
up the door then guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' beef between east and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you gotta it run!"
The said, "Thanks" and spanked it number1
He went outside, was gettin' props all
he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover

Raced up the doin' 83
cats with 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' down to Brooklyn late is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he on every word they 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 decide to on

Wit' shades on founded had him an'
Before long, the young man got
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out chasin' cream and the dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends the means
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what 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
'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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