Themselves Skinning The Drum Lyrics

[Sample-based Hook]

[Verse 1 - Doseone]
Your cdj press play on the mix
Mine's thumb drums with no sticks
Till callased of hand…
Blowing the glow off these computer canned bands
And step sequencer rembrants…

[Next line not spoken in song, though written down by Doseone]
Dwarf kings of the ipod

On me-me-me, myself and iPod
Getting jive on the hi hat the volume knob
Blues you rob…
You soft hard…
You do job…
Jel does work
Yall all merch
And a manager's claw
An 8th inch out, space bar
And we ain't a-scared a yall…

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Doseone]
We ain't a-scared a yall
Pressing career on ears is small
Time in the one crush a what's what…
And That's how the sarcophagus shuts duck
Cause you can always get touched by the arrow of us… Hey Jel, make it rock
See, on these machines he's a natural
Meant for his actual gas station attendant bented
Collateral funded un drumming
Of something self taught and un-boughtable
All laudable thumbing
Of beating nothing to thumping from buttons
f*ck it, jel show them what's up then…

[Bridge]
Remember them old bones?
Now skin them right
Remember them old bones?
Now skin them right
Remember them old bones?
Now give them some light

[Verse 3 - Doseone and Jel]
There's a fine line between
Who invented and who replenished it
Who infected it
And who protected it
Who perfected it
And who collected it
Then came correct with it
Ain't your bag
So why drag it