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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 hype part of my
Was my homeroom a hip hop station
Minutes before the late bell would
I would the audience and then I'll swing
A or two as the students barked
Beacuse my rhymes had
Off causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm which is now a 12"
Letting off styles 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 much
A being cross faded on a ruler
Measuring dope beats that flexed
From hands that played a drum roll on a
my home girl, her name, fly as Emory
Sweet
I remember sitting in my art
Drawing up lyrics fast
The outcome, a
Live shows hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics flowing from the heavens above
I'll a mic and provoke a push to a shove
From and girls who broke necks to see
The G.O.D.

Those the days

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

Those the days