Из альбома: Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star
[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!