Hey Look At Shorty - 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 questi