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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 sponsored a classroom show
And the hype part of my
Was making my homeroom a hip hop
Minutes before the bell would ring
I would greet the audience and then swing
A lyric or two as the barked
my rhymes had sparked
Off somethign causing the class to
To a rhythm is now a 12" single
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic that I made in wood
gold, my key chain was a cable
Two math were turntables
And for a mixer, much cooler
A penny being cross on a ruler
Measuring dope beats that were
From hands played a drum roll on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as Emory
Sweet
I sitting in my art class
Drawing up kinda fast
The outcome, a
shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if were flowing from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a
From boys and girls who broke to see
The G.O.D.

were the days

Now it's school, lunch room's the scene
And I'm ready to the routing
In the cafeteria, three
And here I with the JVC
I go in my and pull out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove their MC
A brother forward and tried 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 with one rhyme
He was shocked because he knew he was
with his classmates from off his block
YO!, I'm telling you, I his whole crew
One one or one against two
Or three or four brothers who swore can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out time
From my style and my profile
the period of time that I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, dominated supreme
Cultivated, activated cream and
The educated and born to be
The one who flip an MC

Those the days