Childrens Story

<br>[child #1] ...and then jackie chan just started kickin em<br><br>Like pow! pow! pow!<br><br><br><br>[child #2] whaaaaa? ? !<br><br><br><br>[mos def] alright yall, alright yall enough of that<br><br>Its time to go to bed yall<br><br>Time to go to bed -- I dont wanna hear that<br><br>You know what time it is, you know what time it is<br><br><br><br>[children] uncle mos? <br><br>[mos def] yeeesss? <br><br>[children] would you read us a bedtime story please? <br><br>[mos def] okay, okay. yall tucked in? <br><br>[children] yeessss...<br><br>[mos def] heeeere we go...<br><br><br><br>Once upon a time not long ago<br><br>When people wore adidas and lived life slow<br><br>When laws were stern and justice stood<br><br>And people was behavin like hip-hop was good<br><br>There lived a little boy who was misled<br><br>By a little sha-tan and this is what he said<br><br>&quot;me and you kid we gonna make some cash,<br><br>Jackin old beats and makin the dash...&quot;<br><br>They jacked the beats, money came wit ease<br><br>But son, he couldnt stop, its like he had a disease<br><br>He jacked another and another, michael jackson, stevie wonder<br><br>Set some r &amp; b over the track for deep cover (187!)<br><br>The kid got wild startin actin erratic<br><br>He said &quot;yo, that presidential I got ta have it...&quot;<br><br>With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track<br><br>But little did he know that his joints was wack<br><br>The shiny a & r said &quot;great new hit g!&quot;<br><br>&quot;whenever you need a loop, yo come get me...&quot;<br><br>The kid got amped and he starts to figure<br><br>&quot;im-a get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!&quot;<br><br>So, hes in the studio workin round the clock<br><br>For pop radio, jacked the beat to planet rock<br><br>Was out in the street when he met this sister<br><br>Who couldnt sing for shhhh but the mix wit her sister<br><br>Hooked up the track and in excitation<br><br>He decided hed head for the radio station<br><br>But (but!) he was runnin and he made a left<br><br>Was skeezin at top speed and ran into mos def<br><br>I slowed the young man down and I started: &quot;yo money,<br><br>Yo, why you sellin lies to our wives and children? &quot;<br><br>He ran upstairs up to the top floor<br><br>Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (who? )<br><br>Jane the chickenhead radio host<br><br>Who be yappin bout beef between east and west coast<br><br>He said &quot;this ones a bullet, you got ta give it run!&quot;<br><br>The chicken said &quot;thanks.&quot; and spanked it #1<br><br>He went outside, was gettin props all over<br><br>Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover<br><br>Raced up the block doin 83<br><br>Some cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d<br><br>He winked his eye like his star status mattered<br><br>They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter<br><br>&quot;you rockin crazy ice and all you do is cling static<br><br>And rollin down to brooklyn late night is problematic...&quot;<br><br>His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said<br><br>They told the kid &quot;back down, that playa shit is dead.&quot;<br><br>Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone<br><br>But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on<br><br>Wit shades on founded had him astounded an<br><br>Before long, the young man got surrounded<br><br>Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory<br><br>And that is the way I got ta end this story<br><br>He was out chasin cream and the american dream<br><br>Tryin to pretend the ends justify the means<br><br>This aint funny so dont you dare laugh<br><br>Its just what comes to pass when you sell your ass<br><br>Life is more than what your hands can grasp<br><br>Good night!<br><br><br><br>(kids talking)<br><br>Knock em out the box mos, knock em out mos<br><br>Knock em out the box mos, knock em out mos (3x)<br><br><br><br>Knock em out...<br><br><br><br>A-nother...mos def...black star movement...<br><br>Presentation... cruuumbs!