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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 show
And the part of my imagination
Was my homeroom a hip hop station
before the late bell would ring
I would greet the audience and then I'll
A or two as the students barked
Beacuse my had sparked
Off somethign the class to mingle
To a rhythm which is now a 12"
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic that I made in shop
gold, my key chain was a cable
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, much cooler
A being cross faded on a ruler
dope beats that were flexed
From hands that played a drum roll on a
From my home girl, her name, fly as
Sweet
I remember sitting in my art
Drawing up lyrics kinda
The outcome, a
shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics were from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a to a shove
From boys and girls who necks to see
The G.O.D.

Those the days

Now high school, lunch room's the scene
And I'm ready to flip the
In the cafeteria, three
And here I with the JVC
I go in my pocket and out a mic
it in, check 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 kicked that all sounded the same
But I did him in with a 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 against one or one two
Or three or four brothers who swore can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out time
From my style and my dope
Plus the period of time I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, supreme force
Cultivated, cream and source
The educated and born to be
The one who flip an MC

Those were the