Those were the days, back in Junior High
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For an 8th grader, my style was kinda fly
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And just to prove I was an MC Pro
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I often sponsored a classroom show
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And the hype part of my imagination
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Was making my homeroom a hip hop station
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Minutes before the late bell would ring
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I would greet the audience and then I'll swing
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A lyric or two as the students barked
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Beacuse my rhymes had sparked
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Off somethign causing the class to mingle
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To a rhythm which is now a 12" single
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Letting off many styles of hip hop
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Holding the mic that I made in wood shop
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Forget gold, my key chain was a cable
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Two math textbooks were turntables
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And for a mixer, something much cooler
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A penny being cross faded on a ruler
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Measuring dope beats that were flexed
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From hands that played a drum roll on a desk
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From my home girl, her name, fly as Emory
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Sweet memory
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I remember sitting in my art class
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Drawing up lyrics kinda fast
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The outcome, a masterpiece
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Live shows with hyped up rhymes released
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As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens above
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I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a shove
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From boys and girls who broke necks to see
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The lyrics G.O.D.
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Those were the days
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Now it's high school, lunch room's the scene
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And I'm ready to flip the routing
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In the cafeteria, period three
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And here I come with the JVC
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I go in my pocket and pull out a mic
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Plug it in, check one-two...alright
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Now who wanna show and prove their MC skills?
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A brother stepped forward and tried to get ill
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But when it came time to live out his name
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He kicked rhymes that all sounded the same
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But I did him in with a matter of time
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And he was done with one victorious rhyme
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He was shocked because he knew he was rocked
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Along with his classmates from off his block
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YO!, I'm telling you, I flipped his whole crew
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One against one or one against two
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Or three or four brothers who swore they can rhyme
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Battled me and got taken out every time
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From my style and my dope profile
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Plus the period of time that I rocked for awhile
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As a motivated, dominated supreme force
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Cultivated, activated cream and source
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The wise educated and born to be
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The one who would flip an MC
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Those were the days
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Those Were the Days
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Genius/GZA |