Lord Finesse - Hey Look At Shorty Lyrics
Yo finesse, cmere[lf] yeah yeah, whassup?Why dont you tell this boyHow you was back in the day with poetry[lord finesse]Yeah, check it outLets go down a few years lets say way downWhen I used to lounge and say rhymes in the playgroundIma show you how I used to do thingsI was wearin pro keds with crazy fat shoestringsEven as a child, things didnt come easierI wrote rhymes, while other kids played ? ? ?I was set, determined to climb in rapBrothers got high - I didnt have time for thatI was rowdy, I didnt say violent thoughGot my respect and props at the talent showsAnd at the jams and the parties I went toA-dults used to say, yo shorty got potentialI stepped on the stage with authority and confindenceGot claps and cheers, and plus stupid complimentsI deep down felt, I needed no ones helpTo gain my wealth, so I went out for selfNone was never foolin me, brothers was cool with meMy rap ingenuity I took to school with meSo in high school, I admit, I could rhyme goodBrothers got mad cause they couldnt flow like I couldI was swift with this, so brothers couldnt get with thisNiggaz was so weak on the mic, it was ridiculousYou was stupid to try to step to run mineYou usually got burnt and stomped durin lunchtimeCause I was able, to keep the rhyme stableAnd please the crowd while I was bangin on a tableSo as the days passed, and the months zoomedI was the funkiest rapper in the lunchroomI was funky the way I kicked and tell thingsTake on mcs, and stomp em before the bell ringsUsin my blessings to take out contestantsWas you nice on the mic? stupid questionSo you know I was far from a wannabeEven doe pioneers used to front on me sayinGet from under the ropes shorty, youre not a known rhymerGive me the mic and step off, you *****in old timerAnd shut the hell up cause my skills are developedFunky for my age, but my head will never swell upI got mean on the scene, with a rougher rapAnd left brothers sayin, who the ***** was that?The new comer, I got plenty numbersI was the main event, at the jams every summerI was, short and sturdy, plus I used to rhyme dirtyGet in trouble for stayin out after 9:30I was a kid with a mic that was runnin shitHad to come back and take mine after punishmentCause when it came to rhymin, I was a hot beginnerI used to take out and stomp all the top contendersThe skills I had, I used to flip and flauntI was servin brothers like I worked in a resterauntI was the type, to spark and bomb troopsTake on everybody and win except mom dukesI didnt need a 40, to prove I was naughtyCause even as a kid, people said, look at shorty!* cut and scratch look at shorty! - dj mike smooth *
