[Child #1] ...and then Jackie Chan just started kickin em
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like POW! POW! POW!
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[Child #2] Whaaaaa??!
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[Mos Def] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that
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it's time to go to bed y'all
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Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that
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You know what time it is, you know what time it is
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[Children] Uncle Mos?
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[Mos Def] Yeeesss?
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[Children] Would you read us a bedtime story please?
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[Mos Def] Okay, okay. Ya'll tucked in?
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[Children] Yeessss...
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[Mos Def] Heeeere we go...
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Once upon a time not long ago
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When people wore Adidas and lived life slow
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When laws were stern and justice stood
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And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good
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There lived a little boy who was misled
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By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
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"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash,
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Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash..."
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They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease
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But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
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He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
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Set some R & B over the track for 'Deep Cover' (187!)
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The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic
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He said "Yo, that presidential I got ta have it..."
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With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
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But little did he know that his joints was wack
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The shiny A & R said "Great new hit G!"
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"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me..."
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The kid got amped and he starts to figure
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"I'm-a get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!"
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So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock
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For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'
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Was out in the street when he met this sister
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Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister
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Hooked up the track and in excitation
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He decided he'd head for the radio station
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But (But!) he was runnin' and he made a left
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Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def
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I slowed the young man down and I started: "Yo money,
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Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?"
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He ran upstairs up to the top floor
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Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (Who?)
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JANE the chickenhead radio host
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Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast
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He said "This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!"
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The chicken said "Thanks." and spanked it #1
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He went outside, was gettin' props all over
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Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover
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Raced up the block doin' 83
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Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
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He winked his eye like his star status mattered
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They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
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"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static
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And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic..."
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His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
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They told the kid "Back down, that playa shit is dead."
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Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone
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But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on
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Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'
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Before long, the young man got surrounded
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Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
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And that is the way I got ta end this story
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He was out chasin' cream and the American dream
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Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
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It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
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Life is more than what your hands can grasp
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Good Night!
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(kids talking)
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Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
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Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos (3x)
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Knock 'em out...
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A-nother...Mos Def...Black Star MOVEMENT...
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presentation... CRUUUMBS!
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Children's Story
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| Black Star |
