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(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! |
