Children's Story

and then Jackie Chan just started kickin em like POW POW POW Whaaaaa Alright y'all alright y'all enough of that it's time to go to bed y'all Time to go to bed I don't wanna hear that You know what time it is you know what time it is Uncle Mos Yeeesss Would you read us a bedtime story please Okay okay Ya'll tucked in Yeessss Heeeere we go Once upon a time not long ago When people wore Adidas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good There lived a little boy who was misled By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said Me and you kid we gonna make some cash Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash They jacked the beats money came wit' ease But son he couldn't stop it's like he had a disease He jacked another and another Michael Jackson Stevie Wonder Set some R & B over the track for Deep Cover 187 The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic He said Yo that presidential I got ta have it With liquor in his belly son he made up the track But little did he know that his joints was wack The shiny A & R said Great new hit G Whenever you need a loop yo come get me The kid got amped and he starts to figure I'm a get dough like all a these otha niggaz So he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock For pop radio jacked the beat to Planet Rock Was out in the street when he met this sister Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister Hooked up the track and in excitation He decided he'd head for the radio station But But he was runnin' and he made a left Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def I slowed the young man down and I started Yo money Yo why you sellin' lies to our wives and children He ran upstairs up to the top floor Opened up the door then guess what he saw Who JANE the chickenhead radio host Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast He said This one's a bullet you got ta give it run The chicken said Thanks and spanked it Number 1 He went outside was gettin' props all over Then he dipped into his ride the 4-point Rover Raced up the block doin' 83 Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D He winked his eye like his star status mattered They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic His eyes was bloody red he hung on every word they said They told the kid Back down that playa shit is dead Deep in his heart he knew he was gone But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an' Before long the young man got surrounded Those grabbed the guns so goes the glory And that is the way I got ta end this story He was out chasin' cream and the American dream Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass Life is more than what your hands can grasp Good Night Knock 'em out the box Mos knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out Another Mos Def Black Star MOVEMENT presentation CRUUUMBS