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Those were the days, back in High
For an 8th grader, my was kinda fly
And just to I was an MC Pro
I often a classroom show
And the hype part of my
Was making my a hip hop station
Minutes the late bell would ring
I greet the audience and then I'll swing
A lyric or two as the students
my rhymes had sparked
Off somethign the class to mingle
To a which is now a 12" single
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic that I made in wood
Forget gold, my key chain was a
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, something cooler
A penny being cross on a ruler
Measuring dope beats that flexed
From that played a drum roll on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as Emory
memory
I remember in my art class
up lyrics kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up released
As if lyrics flowing from the heavens above
I'll a mic and provoke a push to a shove
boys and girls who broke necks to see
The G.O.D.

Those were the

Now it's high school, lunch the scene
And I'm ready to the routing
In the cafeteria, period
And here I come the JVC
I go in my and pull out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove MC skills?
A brother stepped forward and to get ill
But when it came 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 flipped his crew
One against one or one two
Or three or four brothers who swore can rhyme
me and got taken out every time
From my style and my profile
Plus the period of time I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, supreme force
Cultivated, activated and source
The wise educated and to be
The one who would an MC

Those were the