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Those were the days, 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 hype 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
Beacuse my had sparked
Off somethign the class to mingle
To a which is now a 12" single
Letting off styles of hip hop
the mic that I made in wood shop
Forget gold, my key was a cable
Two math were turntables
And for a mixer, something cooler
A penny cross faded on a ruler
Measuring dope beats that flexed
From hands that played a drum roll on a
From my home girl, her name, fly as
memory
I remember sitting in my art
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 provoke a to a shove
From and girls who broke necks to see
The g.o.d.

Those were the

Now it's high school, lunch room's the
And I'm to flip the routing
In the cafeteria, three
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 stepped forward and to get ill
But it came time to live out his name
He rhymes that all sounded the same
But I did him in with a of time
And he was done with one victorious
He was because he knew he was rocked
Along with his classmates from off his
Yo!, I'm telling you, I his whole crew
One one or one against two
Or three or four brothers who they can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out every
From my style and my dope
Plus the of time that I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, dominated supreme
Cultivated, activated cream and
The educated and born to be
The one who would an mc

were the days