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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 hype part of my
Was making my a hip hop station
Minutes before the late would 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 rhythm which is now a 12"
off many styles of hip hop
Holding the mic that I in wood shop
Forget gold, my key chain was a
Two math textbooks were
And for a mixer, something much
A penny cross faded on a ruler
Measuring beats that were flexed
From hands that played a roll on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as emory
memory
I remember in my art class
up lyrics kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up rhymes
As if lyrics were flowing the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and a push to a shove
From boys and who broke necks to see
The g.o.d.

Those the days

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
it in, check 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 that all sounded the same
But I did him in a matter of time
And he was done with one rhyme
He was shocked because he knew he was
Along with his classmates off his block
Yo!, I'm telling you, I flipped his crew
One one or one against two
Or three or brothers who swore they can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out time
From my style and my dope
Plus the period of time 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

were the days