[Intro: timbales roll straight into the piano montuno] [Hook: cocky female rapper, grinning] Four foot eleven, and I'm still lookin' down on you Bring a ladder if you wanna see the view Bring a ladder, bring a crane, bring the whole damn crew I'm short like a fuse, and you know what fuses do [Verse 1: female rapper, quick and cocky] Short girl, loud mouth, every kitchen got a top shelf They keep the good plates up there, so I climb it myself Knee on the counter, hand on the cabinet, grab what they hid Mama said, "Wait for a tall man." Mama, I never did Front row in every class picture, they said, "Short ones up here" Twenty years later I'm still up front, and the back can't hear You stretch for the rim, I just lower the hoop You bring a speech to the meetin', I walk in with the group [Flow switch: double-time, low and tight] Low to the ground, low center of gravity, hard to tip and harder to tackle Shoulder in your rib, I'm under your chin, and all you hear is the crackle Little and loud like a pocket of firecrackers left out in the sun Bitty but bitter, quicker than quicker, I'm done 'fore you counted to one [Hook: cocky female rapper] Four foot eleven, and I'm still lookin' down on you Bring a ladder if you wanna see the view Bring a ladder, bring a crane, bring the whole damn crew I'm short like a fuse, and you know what fuses do [Verse 2: female rapper, heavier, congas hit harder] Big man at the bar bends down like he's talkin' to a child "Need a booster seat, mami?" Cute. I'm the boost, and I'm wild Bought the whole rail a round and put it all on his name Walked in six foot six, walked out about four foot of shame Mama's doorframe got my height in pencil, stopped at fifth grade Pencil quit, I didn't. Look at all this shit I made They call me pocket-size. Fine. It's a pocket on a heavy coat I'm the fine print, sweetheart. Small, and I'm the part that cut your throat [Bridge: sung, half-time, piano and congas only] I been small all my life, and I ain't never been little I been stuck in the corner of the frame, now I'm standin' in the middle Stack the chairs, stack the doubts, stack 'em higher than the roof I'll be sittin' on the top one, swingin' my feet, lookin' down at you [Verse 3: female rapper, triple-time grin] Ankle-high to the haters, eye-level with the check Four-eleven in my sneakers with the whole block on my neck I'm the last slice, smallest, and everybody fightin' for it You the big box, empty, and nobody even ordered it [Final Hook: full band, timbales wild] Four foot eleven, and I'm still lookin' down on you Bring a ladder if you wanna see the view Bring a ladder, bring a crane, bring the whole damn crew I'm short like a fuse, and you know what fuses do [Outro: one timbale crack, dead stop] [End]
