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