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Themselves

Themselves, previously known as Them, is an American hip hop duo based in Oakland, California. It consists of Doseone and Jel. They are also part of Subtle and 13 & God. The duo's first studio album, Them, was included on Fact's "100 Best Indie Hip-Hop Records of All Time" list. more »

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We back to relapse
On a block called "The Trap, "
Its windows blackened with rap
To them ten strong in the hack
Dragging this song

We back to redact them old tags on the wall
Names at half mast
Cast in a lawless black scrawl
Mere bylines at twilight beginning of
Getting a die right on
In three-to-four letter loyalties that
Dry before dawn

By habit or craft my whole discograph
Is first murmur and last stab
Relentless as rent checks

My rep is a slur, curse, word
And a death threat as for old fears, son
There ain’t no answer record yet
Spit oil slick talk
You might slip on the set list
I did slit a brittle novelist
With one-ice line pick, kicked

We back with both halves
To burn, bone, and last and know that
No exile a return is entire just as
This ain’t all aftermath of a crash ask dax

Motherfucker, guess who’s back

We have returned to the ave of first things
And we’re back to burn
The debris of beginnings

To my many lives’ timeshare
Dimes and term-limit crews
I leave for each of you
The bookkeeping that thieves do
At three in the morning
Beneath a bloodless moon

But I knotted no rope of licensing that
I might leave you in Junes
No icy Midas finery lining my B of A tomb
Only swap meet winnings unmoved
In a rented room in addition to the foul
And mutual feeling used

So to my enemies true
To my mom’s new names and her hundred gurus
To them tired-guitar, light-on
Heart, mind-on marquee, try
Hards… got nothing but grudge for them
Twice-robbed
A shadow plugged by art burning vice squads
Cross a career of called bluffs
Sensitive mics and puzzles in dust
Plus the peculiar alone of us
All not on posse cuts

I will put it one way: on you
No rotted rope oath, rehab robe
Long road ode oakland winter know

The razor wind in my throat
Cut through your bird bone
Won’t quit at it's hollow
We not vox pop poll or Pitchfork prop swoll
No pay-stub mob mules
Nor orthodox old school
South Bronx rap rules, simply diss song true

You? Are you easy on being, do you heed the
Beat of blood or believe
In it heeding you or even short leashing you
Read tea leaves 'n' stars
Then start dry heaving
Are you asleep or simply discreet
Cleaning in da sewer of the
Desire for a redeemer meaning:

Do you throw your back out dreaming?

To dive bars, my bent blinds
The three AMs of thirty year olds
And all else near gold, gone, dull, dim
Or sentient numb whether shining or shunned
None and all can come and get un done
By the two in the selves one

And they sung
Sung of the matter in a manner that held
One’s lone gun pen to one’s hunt-net drum
And they sung with the kind of hunger
Wings once sprung from and they sung
From the boiler room of buildings
Where your heroes get hung

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