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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 often sponsored a show
And the part of my imagination
Was making my a hip hop station
Minutes before the bell would ring
I greet the audience and then I'll swing
A lyric or two as the students
Beacuse my rhymes had
Off causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm which is now a 12"
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic that I in wood shop
gold, my key chain was a cable
Two textbooks were turntables
And for a mixer, something cooler
A penny cross faded on a ruler
dope beats that were flexed
From hands that played a roll on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as emory
Sweet
I remember sitting in my art
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 girls who necks to see
The g.o.d.

Those were the

Now it's high school, lunch room's the
And I'm ready to the routing
In the cafeteria, period
And here I with the jvc
I go in my pocket and out a mic
it in, check one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove mc skills?
A brother stepped forward and 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 victorious
He was shocked because he he was rocked
Along with his from off his block
Yo!, I'm you, I flipped his whole crew
One against one or one two
Or three or four brothers who they can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out every
From my and my dope profile
the period of time that I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, supreme force
Cultivated, activated cream and
The wise and born to be
The one who flip an mc

Those the days