Album Name

Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star

Artist

Black Star

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2002.01.01

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Children`s Story - Black Star
and then Jackie Chan
just started kickin em
like POW POW POW
Whaaaaa
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
Uncle Mos
Yeeesss
Would you read us a
bedtime story please
Okay okay Ya'll tucked in
Yeessss
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 Number 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
Knock 'em out the box Mos
knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos
knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos
knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos
knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos
knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos
knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out
Another Mos Def
Black Star MOVEMENT
presentation CRUUUMBS