You're Playing Yourself [MF Doom Special Blend]

Now, I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex
Jeru is up next
All these so called players up
In the rap game got brothers on the corner
Selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and jim hats
But now it's Uzis, Macs and G packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type
Of good fellow but me I keep it real
That's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce
Make em bounce to this fake-pimp-free flow
I never knew hustlers confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll
Know who turned state's
Evidence, murder weapon
Confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what
Comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like
King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because
You be playing yourself

With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're
Playin' yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're
Playin' yaself
With all that rah rah rah, you're
Playin' yaself
You're, playin' yaself, you're
Playin' yaself
With all that rah rah rah, you're
Playin' yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're
Playin' yaself
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're
Playin' yaself
You're, playin' yaself, you're
Playin' yaself

Now these ladies is looking pretty
From city to city
I refined a few I met, around the country
The nitty gritty, it's all reality
No question actual fact like tight jeans
Cause yeast infections
And sisters with good minds
Get no respect when
Their ass is all hanging out
Playing the bar section
Of the club shake what your mama gave ya
Back to the lab i drop the truth
Cause rhyming is more than just my craft
Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
Black women, make sure you're respected
When niggas is kicking that old
Off the wall shit, let em know
From jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant
Knowledge wisdom understanding is the
Key to wealth put some clothes on that ass
If you respect yourself

With those hooker type wears hon you're
Playin' yaself
With those skin tight jeans baby you're
Playin' yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself
You're, playin' yaself, you're
Playin' yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself
With those skin tight jeans baby you're
Playin' yaself
With those hooker type wears hon you're
Playin' yaself
You're, playin' yaself, you're
Playin' yaself

Now, I don't bust a Tec, bubble drugs
In the projects, or use mics to sell sex
Niggas, nowadays is all about this
So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
If you got so much cheese
Where are the black distributors
And these record companies shake
Em down like mobsters but impostors
Like commercial locks are not rastas
Always faking moves, never, making moves
Asses shake, bottles pop
The government is breaking down you fools
You work all week and give the
Devil back his loot for jewels
And the steak on your plate
Is filled with chemicals
Still, brothers leave brothers all
Battered and bruised
On the streets, won't see snakes on my feet
The race is on, but I won't compete