Black Star - Children's Story

[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!