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lord finesse - hey look at shorty lyrics

yo finesse, c’mere
[lf] yeah yeah, wh-ssup?
why don’t you tell this boy
how you was back in the day with poetry

[lord finesse]
yeah, check it out
let’s go down a few years let’s say way down
when i used to lounge and say rhymes in the playground
i’ma show you how i used to do things
i was wearin pro keds with crazy fat shoestrings
even as a child, things didn’t come easier
i wrote rhymes, while other kids played ? ? ?
i was set, determined to climb in rap
brothers got high – i didn’t have time for that
i was rowdy, i didn’t say violent though
got my respect and props at the talent shows
and at the jams and the parties i went to
a-dults used to say, “yo shorty got potential”
i stepped on the stage with authority and confindence
got claps and cheers, and plus stupid compliments
i deep down felt, i needed no one’s help
to gain my wealth, so i went out for self
none was never foolin me, brothers was cool with me
my rap ingenuity i took to school with me
so in high school, i admit, i could rhyme good
brothers got mad cause they couldn’t flow like i could
i was swift with this, so brothers couldn’t get with this
n-gg-z was so weak on the mic, it was ridiculous
you was stupid to try to step to run mine
you usually got burnt and stomped durin lunchtime
cause i was able, to keep the rhyme stable
and please the crowd while i was bangin on a table
so as the days p-ssed, and the months zoomed
i was the funkiest rapper in the lunchroom
i was funky the way i kicked and tell things
take on mc’s, and stomp em before the bell rings
usin my blessings to take out contestants
“was you nice on the mic? ” stupid question
so you know i was far from a wannabe
even doe pioneers used to front on me sayin
“get from under the ropes shorty, you’re not a known rhymer”
give me the mic and step off, you f-ckin old timer
and shut the h-ll up cause my skills are developed
funky for my age, but my head will never swell up
i got mean on the scene, with a rougher rap
and left brothers sayin, “who the f-ck was that? ”
the new comer, i got plenty numbers
i was the main event, at the jams every summer
i was, short and st-rdy, plus i used to rhyme dirty
get in trouble for stayin out after 9:30
i was a kid with a mic that was runnin sh-t
had to come back and take mine after punishment
cause when it came to rhymin, i was a hot beginner
i used to take out and stomp all the top contenders
the skills i had, i used to flip and flaunt
i was servin brothers like i worked in a resteraunt
i was the type, to spark and bomb troops
take on everybody and win except mom dukes
i didn’t need a 40, to prove i was naughty
cause even as a kid, people said, “look at shorty!”

– cut and scratch “look at shorty!” – dj mike smooth –

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