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Those were the days, back in Junior
For an 8th grader, my style was fly
And just to I was an MC Pro
I often sponsored a classroom
And the part of my imagination
Was making my a hip hop station
Minutes the late bell would ring
I would greet the audience and then I'll
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 styles of hip hop
Holding the mic I made in wood shop
Forget gold, my key was a cable
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, something cooler
A penny being cross on a ruler
Measuring beats that were flexed
From hands played a drum roll on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as Emory
Sweet
I remember in my art class
Drawing up kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up rhymes
As if lyrics flowing from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a
boys and girls 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 I come with the JVC
I go in my pocket and out a mic
it in, check one-two...alright
Now who wanna and prove their MC skills?
A brother forward and tried to get ill
But when it time to live out his name
He rhymes that all sounded the same
But I did him in with a matter of
And he was done one victorious rhyme
He was shocked because he knew he was
Along with his from off his block
YO!, I'm telling you, I flipped his whole
One one or one against two
Or three or four brothers who swore they can
me and got taken out every time
From my style and my dope
Plus the of time that I rocked for awhile
As a motivated, supreme force
Cultivated, cream and source
The educated and born to be
The one who would an MC

Those the days