And then Jackie Chan just started kickin em
Like pow! pow! pow!
Whaaaaa?!
Alright yall, alright yall enough of that
Its time to go to bed yall
Time to go to bed — I dont wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you know what time it is
Uncle Mos?
Yes?
Would you read us a bedtime story please?
Okay, okay, okay, yall tucked in?
Yes
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 couldnt stop, its like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some RB 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
Ima get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!
So, hes 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 couldnt sing for shhhh but the mix wit her sister
Ed up the track and in excitation
He decided hed 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 ones a bullet, you got ta give it run!
The chicken said thanks and spanked it 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 aint funny so dont you dare laugh
Its 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
A-nother… Mos Def… Black Star Movement
Presentation… crumbs!