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 be having 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
Jacking old beats and making
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 acting 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'ma get dough like all
of these other niggas!"
So, he's in the studio working
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 shh but
the mix would assist her
Hooked up the track and in excitation
He de cided he'd head
for the radio station
But (What?) he was running
and he made a left
Was skeezing at top speed
and ran into Mos De f
I slowed the young man down and
I started: "Yo money
Yo, why you selling lies to
our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top floor
Opened up the door then guess
who he saw? (Who?)
Jane the chickenhead radio host
Who be yapping '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 getting props all over
Then he dipped into his ride,
the 4- point Rover
Raced up the block doing 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
"Y ou rocking crazy ice and all
you do is cling static
An d rolling 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
With shades on founded
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 chasing cream
and the American dream
Trying to pre tend the end
s 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!