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Those were the days, in Junior High
For an 8th grader, my was kinda fly
And to prove I was an MC Pro
I often sponsored a classroom
And the hype part of my
Was making my homeroom a hip hop
Minutes before the bell would ring
I would greet the and then I'll swing
A or two as the students barked
Beacuse my rhymes had
Off somethign causing the class to
To a rhythm which is now a 12"
off many styles of hip hop
Holding the mic I made in wood shop
gold, my key chain was a cable
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, much cooler
A penny cross faded on a ruler
Measuring dope beats that flexed
From hands played a drum roll on a desk
my home girl, her name, fly as Emory
Sweet
I remember sitting in my art
Drawing up kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens
I'll grab a mic and provoke a to a shove
From and girls who broke 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, three
And here I come the JVC
I go in my and pull out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who show and prove their MC skills?
A stepped forward and tried to get ill
But when it came time to live out his
He kicked rhymes that all sounded the
But I did him in a matter of time
And he was done with one rhyme
He was shocked because he knew he was
Along with his from off his block
YO!, I'm telling you, I his whole crew
One against one or one two
Or three or four brothers who swore they can
Battled me and got taken out every
From my and my dope profile
Plus the period of time that I rocked for
As a motivated, dominated force
Cultivated, activated cream and
The wise and born to be
The one who would an MC

Those were the