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Those were the days, back in Junior
For an 8th grader, my style was fly
And to prove I was an MC Pro
I sponsored a classroom show
And the hype part of my
Was my homeroom a hip hop station
before 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 causing the class to mingle
To a which is now a 12" single
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic I made in wood shop
Forget gold, my key chain was a
Two math were turntables
And for a mixer, much cooler
A penny cross faded on a ruler
Measuring dope that were flexed
From hands that played a drum roll on a
From my girl, her name, fly as Emory
Sweet
I sitting in my art class
up lyrics kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics flowing from the heavens above
grab a mic and provoke a push to a shove
From boys and 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 flip the
In the cafeteria, three
And here I come the JVC
I go in my and pull out a mic
it in, check one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and their 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 a matter of time
And he was with one victorious rhyme
He was because he knew he was rocked
Along with his classmates from off his
YO!, I'm telling you, I his whole crew
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 profile
Plus the period of that I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, supreme force
Cultivated, activated cream and
The wise and born to be
The one who flip an MC

were the days