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You Played Yourself

This song is by Atmosphere and appears on the album Strictly Leakage (2008).

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!

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