Felt - Employees of the Year lyrics

The employees of the year
Now we back to work
We took time off, a couple feelings got hurt
Due to the fact that we never stand still
The ones that can't catch
The ones that can't kill
I dedicate this to the cats
That don't feel Felt
Medidate get the head straight
Trying to be well
Celebrate life and crash with no seatbelt
Slit both wrists so act like you need help

What you say girl? I can't hear you, speak up
Stuck between your lips and them two B cups
Fifty bucks in the dice game
Rollin' with seven and the legend
And we twice came
And you know what they hittin' for
56 cities, one van, and we getting dough
Call your girls make plans you
Can hit the show
Tell your man in advance he can hit the door

Honey wanna move like she knows moves
And in a roller coat suit with a coke spoon
I'm not as young as I look girl
I'm old-school
Somewhere between Pro Tools and a gold tooth
I show you to act like you supposed to
So cool, coast-to-coast
Who's that crunk foo'?
Standing on the block leaning
On the phone booth
Trying to squeeze a rock to
Make this orange juice little Man seas,?
From the 215 to the 213
It goes a little something
From some real emcees
Not fellas (not gangstas) on a killing spree
Shoot, my rap sheet is filled with similes
And if you bite then death be the penalty
But don't worry about my style
Because it's been OG
You make your girlfriend wanna rub
Her skin on me

C'mon, put my picture on the
Wall for all to see
When you want it done right then call me
Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly
The employees of the year
Ain't nobody as raw as we

Put my picture on the wall for all to see
When you want it done right then call me
Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly
The employees of the year
Ain't nobody as raw as we

Yo, ticky ticky tick tick
Tick tick ticky tick
Thug white girls suburban black hippie chick
Punk rock straight hedge Hip-Hop pot head
Invite 'em all over for a moshpit in my bed
Right blow to the left speaker
The people cold get dumb in
Front of the sub teacher
Now hold it run don't let it touch the ground
And you know it's done when
The cops cut the sound

What else could they say
To these underground duns?
Known for eating guppies that
Clutter all ponds
Free-flowin' on them beats that
You sutterin' on (My man Ant made the jams
That we butterin' on)
Breakfast coast (Midwestern coast)
Minogue and Austin (Texas toast)
Whatever dude (I'ma do it this Fall)
Beatin' down your block knockin'
Pictures off the wall

C'mon, put my picture on the
Wall for all to see
When you want it done right then call me
Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly
The employees of the year
Ain't nobody as raw as we
Put my picture on the wall for all to see
When you want it done right then call me
Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly
The employees of the year
Ain't nobody as raw as we