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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 sponsored a classroom
And the hype of my imagination
Was my homeroom a hip hop station
Minutes before the late bell ring
I would greet the and then I'll swing
A lyric or two as the barked
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 that I made in shop
Forget gold, my key was a cable
Two math textbooks were
And for a mixer, something much
A penny being cross on a ruler
dope beats that were flexed
From hands that played a drum on a desk
my home girl, her name, fly as Emory
Sweet
I remember sitting in my art
up lyrics kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up rhymes
As if lyrics were flowing the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a
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 ready to flip the
In the cafeteria, period
And here I 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 forward and to get ill
But when it came to live out his name
He kicked rhymes all sounded the same
But I did him in with a of time
And he was done with one victorious
He was shocked because he knew he was
Along with his classmates from off his
YO!, I'm you, I flipped his whole crew
One against one or one two
Or three or four who swore they can rhyme
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 force
Cultivated, activated and source
The educated and born to be
The one who flip an MC

were the days