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
[Hook (Every second line spoken)] 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
[Verse 2:] 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? [ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/YtUN ] 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
[Hook (Every second line spoken)] 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
[Verse 3:] 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
[Hook (Every second line spoken)] 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!