Hey Look At Shorty Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

Yo finesse, c'mere 

[lf] yeah yeah, whassup? 

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 

Niggaz 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 passed, 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 fuckin old timer 

And shut the hell 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 fuck was that? " 

The new comer, I got plenty numbers 

I was the main event, at the jams every summer 

I was, short and sturdy, 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 shit 

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 *