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[child #1] …and then jackie chan just started kickin em
Like pow! pow! pow!

[child #2] whaaaaa??!

[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 wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you know what time it is

[children] uncle mos?
[mos def] yeeesss?
[children] would you read us a bedtime story please?
[mos def] okay, okay. ya’ll tucked in?
[children] yeessss…
[mos def] heeeere 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 & r 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 shhhh but the mix would assist her
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 chickenhead 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 #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 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!

(kids talking)
Knock ‘em out the box mos, knock ‘em out mos
Knock ‘em out the box mos, knock ‘em out mos (3x)

Knock ‘em out…

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(kids voices)
Uncle whitey, uncle whitey, can you tell us a bedtime story?
Yeah, we want some bedtimes stories…(please!)

Once upon a time not long ago, when people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood, and people were behavin’ like they our too good
There was a little boy who was misled by another lil’ boy and this is what he said
"me and you, guy, we gonna make sum cash, robbin’ old folks and makin’ the dash"
They did the job, money came with ease, but one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and her brother
Tried to rob a man who was a d.t. undercover, the cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said, "keep still, boy, no need for static", punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the lil’ boy was strapped, the kid pulled out a gun
He said, "why’d you hit me?", the barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure, "i’ll do years if i pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed and ran around the block, cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister, a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked around good and from expectations, so he decided he’d head for the subway stations
But she was coming so he made a left, he was runnin’ top speed till he was outta breath
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him, then he made his move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, opened up the door there, guess who he saw
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope, who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said, "i need bullets, hurry up, run", the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun
He went outside but there was cops all over, then he dipped into a car, was a stolen nova
Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered, rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets but still had static, grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full of lead
He told the cops, "back off or honey here’s dead", deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he starts to move on, sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
Before long the lil’ boy got surrounded, he dropped the gun, so went the glory
And this is the way i must end this story, he was only nineteen, in a madman’s dream
I saw the cops shoot the kid, i still hear him scream, this ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh
Just another case ‘bout the wrong path, straight and narrow or your soul gets cashed
G’night

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here we go,
Once upon a time not long ago,
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin’ like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil’ boy who was misled,
By anotha lil’ boy and this is what he said:
"me & you, ty, we gonna make sum cash,
Robbin’ old folks and makin’ ah dash",
They did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her
Brotha,
Tried to rob a man who was a d.t. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said "keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the lil’ boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "why’d ya hit me
?",
The barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"i’ll do years if i pull this trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
So he decided he’d hit for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
He was runnin’ top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
Then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope,
Who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "i need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen nova (?),
Raced up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o’
Lead,
He told the cops "back off or honey here’s dead",
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the lil’ boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way i must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream,
The cops shot the kid, ta still hear him scream,
This ain’t funny so don’t ya dare laugh,
Just another case ‘bout the wrong path,
Straight ‘n narrow or yo’ soul gets cast(?).

Good night.

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Martina:

Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin’ like they’re oughta good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said:
‘Me and you tonight are gonna make some cash
Robbin’ old folks and makin’ the dash.’
They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease
He robbed another and another a sister and a brother
Tried to rob a man who was a duty undercover
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic
He said ‘Keep still, boy, no need for static’
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the little boy was strapped
The kid pulled out the gun, he said ‘Why’d ya hit me?’
The barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure
‘I’ll do years if I pull this trigger’
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios it to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister
A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked around due to expectations
So he decided he’d head for the subway stations
But she was coming and he made a left
He was runnin’ top speed till he was out of breath
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him
Then he made his move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope
Who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap
He said ‘I need bullets, hurry up, run!’
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun
He went outside but there was cops all over
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doing 83
Crashed into a tree near a university
Escaped alive though the car was battered
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets and still he had static
Grabbed a pregnant lady, got out the automatic
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o’lead
He told the cops ‘Back off or the honey here’s dead’
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
Before long the little boy got surrounded
He dropped the gun, so went the glory
And this is the way I have to end this story
He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream
This ain’t funny so don’t ya dare laugh
Just another case ‘bout the wrong path
Straight and narrow while your soul gets cash

Children’s Story (Letra)

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[child #1] …and then jackie chan just started kickin em
Like pow! pow! pow!

[child #2] whaaaaa??!

[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 wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you know what time it is

[children] uncle mos?
[mos def] yeeesss?
[children] would you read us a bedtime story please?
[mos def] okay, okay. ya’ll tucked in?
[children] yeessss…
[mos def] heeeere 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 & r 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 shhhh 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 chickenhead 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 #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 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!

(kids talking)
Knock ‘em out the box mos, knock ‘em out mos
Knock ‘em out the box mos, knock ‘em out mos (3x)

Knock ‘em out…

A-nother…mos def…black star movement…
Presentation… cruuumbs!