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