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Those were the days, back in junior
For an 8th grader, my was kinda fly
And to prove I was an mc pro
I often a classroom show
And the part of my imagination
Was making my a hip hop station
Minutes before the late bell ring
I would greet the and then I'll swing
A or two as the students barked
my rhymes had sparked
Off somethign causing the to mingle
To a which is now a 12" single
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic that I made in wood
Forget gold, my key was a cable
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, something cooler
A penny being cross on a ruler
dope beats 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
up lyrics kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up rhymes
As if lyrics flowing from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a to a shove
From boys and who broke necks to see
The g.o.d.

Those were the

Now it's 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
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who wanna and prove their mc skills?
A brother forward and tried to get ill
But when it came time to out his name
He rhymes that all sounded the same
But I did him in with a matter of
And he was done one victorious rhyme
He was shocked because he knew he was
with his classmates 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 swore 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, dominated force
Cultivated, activated and source
The wise educated and to be
The one who flip an mc

Those the days