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Those were the days, in junior high
For an 8th grader, my was kinda fly
And just to I was an mc pro
I often sponsored a show
And the hype part of my
Was making my a hip hop station
Minutes before the late bell would
I would greet the audience and I'll swing
A lyric or two as the barked
my rhymes had sparked
Off somethign causing the class to
To a which is now a 12" single
Letting off many of hip hop
Holding the mic that I made in shop
Forget gold, my key chain was a
Two math were turntables
And for a mixer, something cooler
A being cross faded on a ruler
dope beats that were flexed
From hands that played a roll on a desk
my home girl, her name, fly as emory
Sweet
I sitting in my art class
Drawing up lyrics kinda
The outcome, a
shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics were flowing the heavens above
I'll a mic and provoke a push to a shove
From boys and girls who necks to see
The g.o.d.

Those were the

Now high school, lunch room's the scene
And I'm to flip the routing
In the cafeteria, period
And here I with the jvc
I go in my pocket and out a mic
it in, check one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove their mc
A brother stepped forward and to get ill
But when it came to live out his name
He kicked rhymes all sounded the same
But I did him in with a of time
And he was with 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
Battled me and got taken out time
From my style and my dope
Plus the period of time that I for awhile
As a motivated, dominated supreme
Cultivated, activated and source
The wise educated and to be
The one who would an mc

Those the days