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

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

Once upon a not long ago
When wore Adidas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and stood
And people was behavin' Hip-Hop was good
There a little boy who was misled
By a shatan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we make some cash
old beats and makin' the dash"
They jacked the beats, came wit' 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 startin' actin'
He said, "Yo, that I gotta have it"
With in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know his joints was wack
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 like all-a otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to Rock'

Was out in the when he met this sister
Who sing for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd for the radio station
But he was and he made a left
Was skeezin' at top and ran into Mos Def

I slowed the young man down and I started "Yo
Yo, why you lies to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the then guess what he saw? Who?
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' 'bout between east and west coast
He said, "This a bullet, you gotta give it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and it number1
He outside, was gettin' props all over
Then he into his ride, the 4-point rover

up the block doin' 83
Some cats Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to his blood splatter
"You crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to Brooklyn night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every 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 decide to on

Wit' shades on founded had him 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' cream and the dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the
This ain't funny so don't you dare
It's just comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
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
'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
'em out

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