T - You played yourself

[Verse 1] This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E...turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? You're dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait Till the press shove a mic in your face Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy And they ask you about the game you claim you got Drop science now, why not? You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot How'd you get into this spot? You played yourself... Yo, yo, you played yourself...