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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 often sponsored a classroom
And the hype part of my
Was making my a hip hop station
Minutes the late bell would ring
I would greet the audience and I'll swing
A or two as the students barked
Beacuse my rhymes had
Off somethign the class to mingle
To a rhythm which is now a 12"
Letting off styles of hip hop
Holding the mic that I in wood shop
Forget gold, my key was a cable
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, something much
A penny cross faded on a ruler
dope beats that were flexed
From that played a drum roll on a desk
From my home girl, her name, fly as
Sweet
I remember in my art class
up lyrics kinda fast
The outcome, a
Live shows with hyped up released
As if lyrics were from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a to a shove
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 here I come the JVC
I go in my pocket and out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove MC skills?
A brother stepped and tried to get ill
But when it time to live out his name
He kicked rhymes that all sounded the
But I did him in with a of time
And he was with one victorious rhyme
He was shocked he knew he was rocked
with his classmates from off his block
YO!, I'm you, I flipped his whole crew
One one or one against two
Or three or four brothers who swore they can
me and got taken out every time
From my and my dope profile
Plus the period of time that I for awhile
As a motivated, dominated force
Cultivated, activated and source
The educated and born to be
The one who flip an MC

were the days