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    The Genius »

    The Genius Those Were The Days текст песни

    Those Were The Days

    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



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