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

Alright y'all, alright y'all of that
time to go to bed y'all
Time to go to bed , I wanna hear that
You know what it is, you know what time it is
Uncle
Yes
Would you read us a bedtime story
Okay, okay, y'all in?
Yes
we go

Once upon a not long ago
people wore Adidas and lived life slow
When laws were 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"
They jacked the beats, came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B over the for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that presidential I have it"
liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his was wack
The A&R said, "Great new hit G!
Whenever you a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he to figure
"I'm a get dough like these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the
For Pop radio, the beat to 'Planet Rock'

Was out in the when he met this sister
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 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 guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead radio
Who be 'bout beef between east 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
Then he into his ride, the 4-point rover

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

shades 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 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 pass you sell your ass
Life is more than 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
Knock 'em out the box Mos, '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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