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Those were the days, back in High
For an 8th grader, my style was fly
And just to I was an MC Pro
I often a classroom show
And the part of my imagination
Was making my homeroom a hip hop
Minutes before the bell would ring
I would greet the audience and I'll swing
A lyric or two as the barked
my rhymes had sparked
Off somethign causing the class to
To a which is now a 12" single
Letting off styles of hip hop
Holding the mic that I in wood shop
gold, my key chain was a cable
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, something cooler
A being cross faded on a ruler
dope beats that were flexed
From hands that played a drum on a desk
From my home girl, her name, fly as
Sweet
I remember in my art class
Drawing up lyrics kinda
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up rhymes
As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens
grab a mic and provoke a push to a shove
From and girls who broke necks to see
The G.O.D.

were the days

Now high school, lunch room's the scene
And I'm ready to flip the
In the cafeteria, period
And I come with 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 and tried to get ill
But when it came time to out his name
He kicked rhymes that all sounded the
But I did him in with a of time
And he was with one victorious rhyme
He was shocked he knew he was rocked
Along with his from off his block
YO!, I'm telling you, I flipped his crew
One one or one against two
Or three or four brothers who swore can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out time
From my and my dope profile
the period of time that I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, supreme force
Cultivated, activated and source
The educated and born to be
The one who would an MC

Those were the