Lyrics Supreme Supreme - Black Star
And
then
Jackie
Chan
just
started
kickin'
'em
Like
pow,
pow,
pow
Wha?
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?
Yes
Would
you
read
us
a
bedtime
story
please?
Okay,
okay,
y'all
tucked
in?
Yes
Here
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
shatan
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'
The
kid
got
wild
startin'
actin'
erratic
He
said,
"Yo,
that
presidential
I
gotta
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
shh
but
the
mix
wit'
her
sister
Hooked
up
the
track
and
in
excitation
He
decided
he'd
head
for
the
radio
station
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
gotta
give
it
run!"
The
chicken
said,
"Thanks"
and
spanked
it
number1
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
RED
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
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