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Those the days, back in Junior High
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 would ring
I would the audience and then I'll swing
A lyric or two as the students
Beacuse my had sparked
Off causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm is now a 12" single
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic that I made in shop
Forget gold, my key was a cable
Two textbooks were turntables
And for a mixer, something much
A being cross faded on a ruler
Measuring dope that were flexed
From hands played a drum roll on a desk
my home girl, her name, fly as Emory
Sweet
I sitting in my art class
Drawing up lyrics fast
The outcome, a
shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics were flowing from the above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a to a shove
From boys and girls who broke to see
The G.O.D.

were the days

Now high school, lunch room's the scene
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 show and prove their MC skills?
A brother stepped and tried to get ill
But when it time to live out his name
He kicked rhymes all sounded the same
But I did him in with a of time
And he was with one victorious rhyme
He was because he knew he was rocked
Along with his classmates off his block
YO!, I'm telling you, I his whole crew
One one or one against two
Or three or four brothers who swore they can
Battled me and got out every time
From my style and my profile
Plus the period of time I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, dominated supreme
Cultivated, activated cream and
The wise and born to be
The one who would an MC

Those the days