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Those were the days, in junior high
For an 8th grader, my style was fly
And to prove I was an mc pro
I often sponsored a classroom
And the hype of my imagination
Was making my a hip hop station
Minutes before the late bell would
I would greet the audience and then swing
A lyric or two as the students
Beacuse my had sparked
Off causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm is now a 12" single
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic that I made in shop
Forget gold, my key chain was a
Two math were turntables
And for a mixer, something much
A penny being cross faded on a
dope beats that were flexed
From hands that played a drum on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as emory
Sweet
I remember in my art class
Drawing up lyrics kinda
The outcome, a
Live shows 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.

Those were the

Now high school, lunch room's the scene
And I'm ready to the routing
In the cafeteria, period
And here I come the jvc
I go in my and pull out a mic
it in, check one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and their mc skills?
A stepped forward and tried to get ill
But it came time to live out his name
He kicked rhymes all sounded the same
But I did him in with a matter of
And he was with one victorious rhyme
He was shocked because he he was rocked
Along with his classmates from off his
Yo!, I'm telling you, I his whole crew
One against one or one two
Or or four brothers who swore they can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out time
From my and my dope profile
Plus the period of time 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 were the