You Played Yourself
What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet ya
So what brings you backstage in this theatre?
Oh you're in the crew that plays first
I shoulda noticed all four of y'all
Of wore the same shirts
I bet you got a demo of your work right
That's what's up Can you leave
It with my merch guy?
Well word up, good luck tonight
And don't forget to drink water
And don't cup that mic, huh
Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer
No you can't bring your fans back here
Nah I'm straight
You can keep your drugs in fact
Keep em in the alley out back behind the club
And drop the attitude
Why you acting like that little sticky pass
Is some kinda right of passage dude
Keep rapping till you get discovered
But better believe it's last time
We ever see each other
Cause you played yourself
Uh yeah, of course I remember you man, uh
How you been man? How you doin man?
You played yourself
They told me that you tried to pick
A fight with your own DJ you played yourself
Nah I didn't see your set man, I was
I was sleeping on the bus
You played yourself
Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him
He'll give you some drink tickets, word
New York, at the Bowery getting down
With Grayskul, POS and Fillmore Brown
My first time touring with a live band
Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand
I just want to move around
And keep it versatile
But tonight some kid took it personal
I stopped my set, yo what you yellin bout?
With your middle up calling me sell out
Then security rushed him like a gang fight
Wait, don't kick him out
Man it ain't right
But they wasn't listening to Slug
I'm just an artist on the stage
They don't really give a fuck
So I finished up my set then
Ran out the front door to see
If I could catch him
And there he was, mad and drunk
So I gave him his money and
Sent him off with a hug
Man you played yourself
Man you can barely stand up
You trynna call me names, punk
You played yourself
I understand, I understand dude
I was just like you when I was 15 years old
You played yourself
Talking about, you ain't The Roots
You ain't The Roots
Why you got a band man? You played yourself
Do me a favour, throw away my CDs
I don't want you stupid fans
Girl please
Don't treat me like you treat a toy
You wouldn't look twice if I
Was the pizza boy (nope)
You ain't got to flash me your ass and tit's
I'd rather fantasise that you're
A rap advocate
Look around, you see all these women?
They came for the music
You came for the scenesterism
The validating game is degrading
Got me cornered at the bar
To boost your ratings
I'm getting too old for the trap
Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act
Huh plus you smell like a bucket of vodka
I would never put my meat
Sauce up in that pasta
The shows over, so why you waiting by the bus
Like I'm supposed to be
Impressed with the basics
You don't believe that I don't
Want to see you naked
But I'm not hanging out
Take care and stay safe kid
You played yourself
Yeah actually I have heard somebody
Say that to me before you played yourself
You realise I can clearly see
Your clitoris through your jeans
You played yourself
Look you are closer to my son's age than
Than you are to mine you played yourself
Look, look, the li, the living legends
Are right there, right over there
Go over there!