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Those were the days, in Junior High
For an 8th grader, my style was fly
And to prove I was an MC Pro
I often sponsored a classroom
And the hype of my imagination
Was making my homeroom a hip hop
Minutes before the late bell would
I greet 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 which is now a 12" single
off many styles of hip hop
Holding the mic I made in wood shop
gold, my key chain was a cable
Two math were turntables
And for a mixer, much cooler
A penny being faded on a ruler
Measuring dope beats that flexed
hands that played a drum roll on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as Emory
Sweet
I remember in my art class
up lyrics kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up released
As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens
I'll grab a mic and provoke a to a shove
From boys and girls who broke to see
The G.O.D.

Those the days

Now it's high school, lunch the scene
And I'm to flip the routing
In the cafeteria, three
And here I come the JVC
I go in my pocket and out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove MC skills?
A stepped forward and tried to get ill
But it came time to live out his name
He kicked that all sounded the same
But I did him in with a matter of
And he was done one victorious rhyme
He was shocked because he knew he was
Along with his from off his block
YO!, I'm telling you, I flipped his whole
One against one or one two
Or three or four 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, supreme force
Cultivated, activated and source
The wise educated and to be
The one who flip an MC

Those were the