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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 sponsored a classroom show
And the hype part of my
Was my homeroom a hip hop station
Minutes before the late bell would
I would the audience and then I'll swing
A lyric or two as the barked
Beacuse my rhymes had
Off somethign causing the to mingle
To a rhythm which is now a 12"
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic I made in wood shop
gold, my key chain was a cable
Two textbooks were turntables
And for a mixer, something much
A penny cross faded on a ruler
Measuring dope beats that were
hands that played a drum roll on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as Emory
memory
I remember sitting in my art
Drawing up lyrics kinda
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up released
As if lyrics were flowing from the above
I'll a mic and provoke 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, room's the scene
And I'm to flip the routing
In the cafeteria, three
And I come with the JVC
I go in my and pull out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who show and prove their MC skills?
A brother forward and tried to get ill
But when it came to live out his name
He kicked rhymes that all the same
But I did him in with a matter of
And he was done with one victorious
He was shocked because he he was rocked
Along with his classmates from off his
YO!, I'm you, I flipped his whole crew
One one or one against two
Or or four brothers who swore they can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out every
From my and my dope profile
Plus the period of that I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, dominated supreme
Cultivated, activated and source
The educated and born to be
The one who flip an MC

were the days