[Child #1] And then Jackie Chan just started kicking 'em Like pow! Pow! Pow!
[Child #2] What?
[Mos Def] 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 want to hear that You know what time it is, you know what time it is
[Children] Uncle Mos?
[Mos Def] Yes?
[Children] Would you read us a bedtime story please?
[Mos Def] Okay, okay. Y'all tucked in?
[Mos Def] Here 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 & are 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 shh 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 chicken-head 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 one 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 are-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 [Repeat: x3]
Knock 'em out
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