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Those the days, back in junior high
For an 8th grader, my was kinda fly
And just to I was an mc pro
I often sponsored a show
And the part of my imagination
Was making my homeroom a hip hop
Minutes before the bell would ring
I would greet the audience and then swing
A or two as the students barked
my rhymes had sparked
Off causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm which is now a 12"
Letting off styles of hip hop
Holding the mic that I in wood shop
Forget gold, my key was a cable
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, something much
A penny cross faded on a ruler
Measuring dope beats were flexed
From hands that played a drum roll on a
From my girl, her name, fly as emory
Sweet
I remember in my art class
Drawing up lyrics kinda
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up released
As if lyrics were flowing from the above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a
boys and girls who broke necks to see
The g.o.d.

Those were the

Now it's high school, lunch the scene
And I'm ready to the routing
In the cafeteria, three
And I come with the jvc
I go in my pocket and out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove mc skills?
A brother stepped 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 victorious
He was shocked 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 brothers who swore they can
Battled me and got out every time
my style and my dope profile
Plus the period of time that I for awhile
As a motivated, dominated force
Cultivated, activated and source
The wise and born to be
The one who flip an mc

were the days