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

Those the days

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

Those the days