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