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Those were the days, back in high
For an 8th grader, my style was fly
And just to I was an mc pro
I often sponsored a classroom
And the part of my imagination
Was my homeroom a hip hop station
Minutes the late bell would ring
I would greet the audience and I'll swing
A lyric or two as the barked
Beacuse my had sparked
Off causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm is now a 12" single
Letting off styles of hip hop
Holding the mic I made in wood shop
Forget gold, my key was a cable
Two math were turntables
And for a mixer, something cooler
A penny being cross on a ruler
Measuring dope beats were flexed
From hands that played a drum on a desk
From my home girl, her name, fly as
memory
I sitting in my art class
Drawing up lyrics kinda
The outcome, a
shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics were flowing the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a
From boys and girls who broke to see
The g.o.d.

were the days

Now it's high school, lunch the scene
And I'm ready to flip the
In the cafeteria, period
And here I with the jvc
I go in my pocket and out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who show and prove their mc skills?
A brother forward and tried to get ill
But when it came time to out his name
He kicked that all sounded the same
But I did him in a matter of time
And he was with one victorious rhyme
He was shocked because he he was rocked
Along his classmates from off his block
Yo!, I'm telling you, I flipped his whole
One one or one against two
Or three or four who swore they can rhyme
Battled me and got out every time
From my style and my dope
Plus the of time that I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, dominated force
Cultivated, activated cream and
The wise and born to be
The one who flip an mc

Those the days