1] What's up? My name is Sean, nice to ya So what brings you in this theatre? Oh you're in the crew that plays I shoulda noticed all four of y'all of wore the same I bet you got a demo of work right what's up} Can you leave it with my merch guy? Well word up, luck tonight And don't to drink water, and don't cup that mic, huh Do me a favour and stay away from beer No you bring your fans back here Nah I'm straight, you can your drugs in fact Keep em in the alley out back the club And drop the Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of dude Keep rapping you get discovered But better believe it's last time we see each other
[Hook (Every second spoken)] Cause you played Uh yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you man? You played told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ You played Nah I didn't see set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus You played Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some tickets, word
2] New York, at the getting down Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown My time touring with a live band Trynna hide all the fear the mic stand I just to move around and keep it versatile But tonight some kid took it I stopped my set, yo what you yellin With your middle up calling me out security rushed him like a gang fight Wait, don't him out, man it ain't right But they wasn't to Slug I'm just an artist on the stage, don't really give a fuck So I up my set then Ran out the front door to see if I catch him And he was, mad and drunk So I gave him his money and him off with a hug
[Hook (Every line spoken)] Man you yourself Man you can barely up, you trynna call me names, punk You played I understand, I understand dude, I was just like you I was 15 years old You yourself Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a man? You played Do me a favour, throw away my CDs, I want you stupid fans
3] Girl please, don't me like you treat a toy You look twice if I was the pizza boy (nope) You ain't got to me your ass and tits I'd rather fantasise that you're a rap Look around, you see all women? They for the music, you came for the scenesterism The game is degrading Got me cornered at the bar to your ratings I'm too old for the trap Go wiggle cleavage at the opening act, huh Plus you smell like a bucket of I would never put my meat sauce up in pasta The over, so why you waiting by the bus Like I'm supposed to be with the basics You believe that I don't want to see you naked But I'm not hanging out, care and stay safe kid
(Every second line spoken)] You played Yeah actually I have heard somebody say to me before You played You realise I can clearly see your clitoris your jeans You yourself Look you are closer to my son's age than, you are to mine You played Look, look, the li, the living are right there, right over there, go over there!