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Those were the days, back in junior
For an 8th grader, my style was fly
And to prove I was an mc pro
I sponsored a classroom show
And the hype part of my
Was making my homeroom a hip hop
Minutes the late bell would ring
I would greet the audience and then I'll
A lyric or two as the students
my rhymes had sparked
Off causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm which is now a 12"
off many styles of hip hop
Holding the mic that I in wood shop
gold, my key chain was a cable
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, something much
A penny being cross faded on a
Measuring dope that were flexed
From that played a drum roll on a desk
my home girl, her name, fly as emory
Sweet
I sitting in my art class
Drawing up lyrics fast
The outcome, a
Live with hyped up rhymes released
As if were flowing from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and a push to a shove
From boys and who broke necks to see
The g.o.d.

were the days

Now it's school, lunch room's the scene
And I'm ready to the routing
In the cafeteria, period
And I come with the jvc
I go in my and pull out a mic
it in, check one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove their mc
A brother forward and tried to get ill
But when it came time to out his name
He kicked rhymes all sounded the same
But I did him in with a of time
And he was done with one rhyme
He was shocked he knew he was rocked
Along with his from off his block
Yo!, I'm you, I flipped his whole crew
One one or one against two
Or three or four brothers who swore can rhyme
Battled me and got out every time
From my style and my dope
Plus the period of time that I for awhile
As a motivated, dominated supreme
Cultivated, activated and source
The wise educated and to be
The one who would an mc

Those were the