What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet you So what brings you backstage in this theater? Oh, you're in the crew that plays first I should of noticed all four of y'all wore the same shirts I bet you got a demo of your work right 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 Do me a favor, 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, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown My first time touring with a live band Trying to hide all the fear behind a 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 yelling '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 the artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck So I finished up my set Then I 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, and you trying to call me names, come on, man 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 favor, throw away my CDs, I don't want no stupid fans Girl, please, don't treat me like you treat a toy You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits I'd rather fantasize 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 Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta The show's 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 realize, I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans You played yourself Look, you are closer to my son's age than you are to mine You played yourself Look, look, the Living Legends are right there, right over there, go over there!