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What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet you |
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So what brings you backstage in this theater? |
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Oh, you're in the crew that plays first |
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I should of noticed all four of y'all wore the same shirts |
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I bet you got a demo of your work right |
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Can you leave it with my merch guy? |
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Well, word up, good luck tonight |
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And don't forget to drink water, and don't cup that mic |
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Do me a favor, stay away from Ant's beer |
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No, you can't bring your fans back here |
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Nah, I'm straight, you can keep your drugs, in fact |
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Keep 'em in the alley out back behind the club |
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And drop the attitude |
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Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of passage, dude? |
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Keep rapping till you get discovered |
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But better believe, it's last time we ever see each other |
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Cause you played yourself |
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Uh, yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man? |
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You played yourself |
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They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ? |
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You played yourself |
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Nah I didn't see your set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus |
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You played yourself |
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Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word |
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New York, at the Bowery getting down |
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With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown |
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My first time touring with a live band |
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Trying to hide all the fear behind a mic stand |
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I just want to move around and keep it versatile |
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But tonight, some kid took it personal |
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I stopped my set, yo, what you yelling 'bout? |
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With your middle up, calling me sell out |
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Then security rushed him like a gang fight |
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Wait, don't kick him out, man, it ain't right |
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But they wasn't listening to Slug |
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I'm just the artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck |
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So I finished up my set |
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Then I ran out the front door to see if I could catch him |
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And there he was, mad and drunk |
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So I gave him his money and sent him off with a hug |
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Man, you played yourself |
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Man, you can barely stand up, and you trying to call me names, come on, man |
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You played yourself |
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I understand, I understand, dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old |
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You played yourself |
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Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a band, man? |
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You played yourself |
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Do me a favor, throw away my CDs, I don't want no stupid fans |
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Girl, please, don't treat me like you treat a toy |
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You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy |
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You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits |
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I'd rather fantasize that you're a rap advocate |
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Look around, you see all these women? |
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They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism |
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The validating game is degrading |
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Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings |
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I'm getting too old for the trap |
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Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act |
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Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka |
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I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta |
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The show's over, so why you waiting by the bus |
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Like I'm supposed to be impressed with the basics |
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You don't believe that I don't want to see you naked |
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But I'm not hanging out, take care, and stay safe kid |
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You played yourself |
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Yeah, actually, I have heard somebody say that to me before |
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You played yourself |
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You realize, I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans |
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You played yourself |
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Look, you are closer to my son's age than you are to mine |
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You played yourself |
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Look, look, the Living Legends are right there, right over there, go over there! |