Black Star

Black Star - Children's Story lyrics

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 [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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rawkus

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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