Hey Look at Shorty

Yo Finesse, c`mere<br>[LF] Yeah yeah, whassup?<br>Why don`t you tell this boy<br>how you was back in the day with poetry<br><br>[Lord Finesse]<br>Yeah, check it out<br>Let`s go down a few years let`s say way down<br>When I used to lounge and say rhymes in the playground<br>I`ma show you how I used to do things<br>I was wearin Pro Keds with crazy fat shoestrings<br>Even as a child, things didn`t come easier<br>I wrote rhymes, while other kids played ? ? ?<br>I was set, determined to climb in rap<br>Brothers got high - I didn`t have time for that<br>I was rowdy, I didn`t say violent though<br>Got my respect and props at the talent shows<br>And at the jams and the parties I went to<br>A-dults used to say, "Yo Shorty got potential"<br>I stepped on the stage with authority and confindence<br>Got claps and cheers, and plus STUPID compliments<br>I deep down felt, I needed no one`s help<br>to gain my wealth, so I went out for self<br>None was never foolin me, brothers was cool with me<br>My rap ingenuity I took to school with me<br>so in high school, I admit, I could rhyme good<br>Brothers got mad cause they couldn`t flow like I could<br>I was swift with this, so brothers couldn`t get with this<br>Niggaz was so weak on the mic, it was ridiculous<br>You was stupid to try to step to run mine<br>You usually got burnt and stomped durin lunchtime<br>Cause I was able, to keep the rhyme stable<br>and please the crowd while I was bangin on a table<br>So as the days passed, and the months zoomed<br>I was the funkiest rapper in the lunchroom<br>I was funky the way I kicked and tell things<br>Take on MC`s, and stomp em before the bell rings<br>Usin my blessings to take out contestants<br>"Was you nice on the mic?" Stupid question<br>So you know I was far from a wannabe<br>Even doe pioneers used to front on me sayin<br>"Get from under the ropes Shorty, you`re not a known rhymer"<br>Give me the mic and step off, you fuckin old timer<br>And shut the hell up cause my skills are developed<br>Funky for my age, but my head will never swell up<br>I got mean on the scene, with a rougher rap<br>and left brothers sayin, "Who the fuck was that?"<br>The new comer, I got plenty numbers<br>I was the main event, at the jams every summer<br>I was, short and sturdy, plus I used to rhyme dirty<br>Get in trouble for stayin out after 9:30<br>I was a kid with a mic that was runnin shit<br>Had to come back and take mine after punishment<br>Cause when it came to rhymin, I was a hot beginner<br>I used to take out and stomp all the top contenders<br>The skills I had, I used to flip and flaunt<br>I was servin brothers like I worked in a resteraunt<br>I was the type, to spark and bomb troops<br>Take on everybody and win except Mom Dukes<br>I didn`t need a 40, to prove I was naughty<br>Cause even as a kid, people said, "Look at Shorty!"<br><br>* cut and scratch "Look at Shorty!" - DJ Mike Smooth *