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 you're 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, P.O.S. 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 tits

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!