Letras: Felt. Other. Protagonists.

(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)

(Thanks to Wubby for these lyrics)