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