Black Star — Childrens Story

[Intro: Children & Mos Def] ...And then Jackie Chan just started kickin 'em like pow, pow, pow! Wha?! Alright y'all, alright y'all, enough of that It's time to go to bed y'all It's time to go to bed, I don't wanna hear that You know what time it is, you know what time it is Uncle Mos? Yes? Would you read us a bedtime story, please? Okay, okay, y'all tucked in? Yes... Hereeeee we go... [Verse: Mos Def] 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 with 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, started actin' erratic He said, "Yo, that presidential, I got to 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'mma get dough like all of these other niggas!" 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 what? 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, there guess who 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 to 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' out in Brooklyn late night is problematic" His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said They told the kid "Back down, that player shit is dead" Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone But he grabbed his .45 and decide to blaze on What Sha-tan found, it had him astounded And before long, the young man got surrounded Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory And this is the way I got to end this story He was out chasin' C.R.E.A.M. 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! [Outro x3] (Kids talkin') Knock 'em out the box, Mos Knock 'em out, Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out, Mos Knock 'em out... A-nother... Mos Def... Black Star MOVEMENT... Presentation CRUUUMBS!