Текст песни Protagonists - Felt
(Intro)
I
urge
you
to
work
your
way
out
upon
that
limb
as
far
as
you
can,
If
you
see
anything
strange,
let
me
know.
(Slug)
Back,
without
the
punk's
move
it
goes
1-2.
Whatcha
gonna
do
when
we
come
through
Hit
undo,
what-ever
you
must
do.
Stay
fly,
get
high,
and
fuck
you.
(MURS)
The
felt
boys
are
back,
them
boys
of
summer
And
this
time
your
boy
Aes-Rock
is
the
drummer.
So
tell
the
newcomers,
to
run
and
get
the
other
two
I
heard
we
sold
out,
that
musta
been
the
other
two.
(SLUG)
Nobody
move,
nobody
loses
blood.
Whoever
souped
you
up
should
take
you
back
to
booster
club.
Go
'head,
loosen
up
a
couple
brews
musta
grew
a
sense
of
humor
Cuz
you
used
to
be
a
super
thug.
(MURS)
We
still
spittin
on
that
indy
bull-shit.
Legends
Rhymesayers
Def-Jux
the
full
clip.
We
dont
miss,
we
aimin
for
the
heart.
Your
favorite
group
that
wasnt
even
a
group
to
start.
(CHORUS)
(Slug)
I
try
to
tell
'em
but
they
wasn't
tryin'
to
listen
to
me
(MURS)
LISTEN
TO
ME!
(Slug)
There
was
no
other
choice
i
had
to
tell
'em
give
it
to
me
(MURS)
GIVE
IT
TO
ME!
(Slug)
I
try
to
tell
'em
but
they
wasn't
tryin
to
listen
to
me
(MURS)
LISTEN
TO
ME!
(Slug)
I
keep
it
civil
but
right
now
i
wanna
kick
in
your
teeth
(MURS)
Everthing
you
love
about
rap
in
one
disc,
These
internet
rappers
just
beef
over
dumb
shit.
We
all
about
the
cash,
we
all
about
the
women,
Whatuptho,
you
know
we
cant
forget
em.
But
dont
you
think
we
soft
for
one
minute,
We
can
still
break
your
whole
crew
off
in
one
sentence.
Who
made
you
wanna
rap?
And
be
independent?
It's
FELT
motherfuckers
if
you
want
it
come
and
get
it.
(Slug)
Who's
this
if
the
new
shoe
fits
i'll
take
two
kicks,
Truth
is
without
new
hits
we
all
useless.
Get
used
to
it,
my
crew
swoop
through
it
Like
a
sewer
sewage
unit
just
to
produce
music.
You
must
be
lunatic
friends
to
think
that
you
and
your
friends
Could
ever
screw
with
a
wrench.
Gotcha
climin'
that
aluminum
fence,
We
bout
to
ruin
your
plans
and
put
these
two
in
your
sense.
(CHORUS)
(Slug)
We
conquered
this
monster
just
to
fondle
it,
I
put
that
on
my
honor
and
my
politics.
Honest,
it
makes
me
wanna
dip
to
where
my
mama
lives,
Ponder
my
accomplishments,
in
between
the
ganja
hits.
(MURS)
We're,
way
bazaar
we
shred
the
gnar,
We're,
above
average,
irrregular,
We're,
one
in
a
millon
so
run
tell
the
children
It's
MURS
and
SLug
and
we
back
in
the
buildin'
(Slug)
Illustrated
and
raw,
for
those
that
came
up
before,
For
those
that
tangle
with
law,
for
those
gave
it
to
war.
For
the
ones
that
mighta
fell
off
or
got
lost,
And
for
the
ones
that
never
made
it
across
(MURS)
FELT
3,
the
final
frontier.
Forget
Christina
shoulda
chose
Pam
Grier.
We're
here,
and
we
ain't
goin'
nowhere.
Take
your
hands
off
the
steering
wheel
and
throw
'em
in
the
air.
(Chorus)
1 Protagonists
2 Felt Chewed Up
3 Get Cake
4 Bass for Your Truck
5 Like You
6 Permanent Standby
7 Ghost Dance Deluxe
8 Revisiting the Styleetron
9 Whaleface
10 Glory Burning
11 Henrietta Longbottom
12 She Sonnet
13 Felt Good
14 Deathmurdermayhem
15 The Clap
16 Give It Up
17 Paul Reubens
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