Текст песни Talib Kweli - Children`s Story
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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 thatit`s time to go to bed y`allTime to go to bed -- I don`t wanna hear thatYou 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 slowWhen laws were stern and justice stoodAnd people was behavin` like hip-hop was goodThere lived a little boy who was misledBy 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` easeBut son, he couldn`t stop, it`s like he had a diseaseHe jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie WonderSet some R & B over the track for `Deep Cover` (187!)The kid got wild startin` actin` erraticHe said "Yo, that presidential I got ta have it..."With liquor in his belly son, he made up the trackBut little did he know that his joints was wackThe 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 clockFor pop radio, jacked the beat to `Planet Rock`Was out in the street when he met this sisterWho couldn`t sing for shhhh but the mix wit` her sisterHooked up the track and in excitationHe decided he`d head for the radio stationBut (But!) he was runnin` and he made a leftWas skeezin` at top speed and ran into Mos DefI 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 floorOpened up the door then guess what he saw? (Who?)JANE the chickenhead radio host Who be yappin` `bout beef between east and west coastHe said "This one`s a bullet, you got ta give it run!"The chicken said "Thanks." and spanked it #1He went outside, was gettin` props all overThen he dipped into his ride, the 4-point RoverRaced up the block doin` 83Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-DHe winked his eye like his star status matteredThey rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter"You rockin` crazy ice and all you do is cling staticAnd rollin` down to Brooklyn late night is problematic..."His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they saidThey told the kid "Back down, that playa shit is dead."Deep in his heart, he knew he was goneBut he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze onWit` shades on founded had him astounded an`Before long, the young man got surroundedThose grabbed the guns, so goes the gloryAnd that is the way I got ta end this storyHe was out chasin` cream and the American dreamTryin` to pretend the ends justify the meansThis ain`t funny so don`t you dare laughIt`s just what comes to pass when you sell your assLife is more than what your hands can graspGood Night!(kids talking)Knock `em out the box Mos, knock `em out MosKnock `em out the box Mos, knock `em out Mos (3x)Knock `em out...A-nother...Mos Def...Black Star MOVEMENT...presentation... CRUUUMBS!