Employees of the Year
Felt Lyrics


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[Slug]
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 they can't catch, the ones they can't kill
I dedicate this to the cats that don't feel Felt
Meditate get the head straight trying to keep well
Celebrate life then crash with no seatbelt
Slit both wrists so act like you need help

[Murs]
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 gettin' dough
Call your girls make plans you can hit the show
Tell your man in advance he can hit the door

[Slug]
Honey wanna move like she knows moves
And ate a bowl of cold soup 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 fool
Standing on the block leaning on the phone booth
Trying to squeeze a rock to make this orange juice

[Murs]
Little Man seas, ?
From the 215s to the 213s
Here 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 O.G.
You make your girlfriend wanna rub her skin on me

[Chorus: Murs & Slug]
C'mon, put my picture on the wall for all to see
When you want it done right then call on 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

[Slug]
Yo, ticky ticky tick tick tick tick ticky tick
Thug white girls suburban black hippie chick
Punk rock straight edge hip-hop pot head
Invite 'em all over for a moshpit in my bed (C'mon)
Right blow to the left speaker
The people won't 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

[Murs]
What else could they say to these underground dons?
Known for eating guppies that clutter all ponds
Free-flowin' on them beats that you stutterin' on
(My man Ant made the jams that we butterin' on)
Breakfast toast (Midwestern coast)
Menage in Austin (Texas toast)
Whatever dude (I'ma do it this Fall)
Beatin' down your block knockin' pictures off the wall





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Employees of the Year" by Felt (a collaboration between Slug of Atmosphere and Murs) is a mix of boastful and reflective lyrics about their experiences as successful underground rappers. The opening lines of the song suggest that they are getting back to work after taking some time off, noting that the hiatus caused some hurt feelings. The lyrics seem to be directed at their loyal fan base, as they mention dedicating the song to "the cats that don't feel Felt" and encourage listeners to "put my picture on the wall for all to see." Despite their success, the rappers are quick to point out that they are constantly on the move and that some people will always be unable to catch up or bring them down.


Line by Line Meaning

The employees of the year, now we back to work
We're back on the grind as the best in the game


We took time off, a couple feelings got hurt
Our competition might have felt a hit from our break


Due to the fact that we never stand still
We're constantly moving and evolving


The ones they can't catch, the ones they can't kill
We're unbeatable and unstoppable


I dedicate this to the cats that don't feel Felt
This one's for those who don't appreciate our music


Meditate get the head straight trying to keep well
We take time to take care of ourselves and stay focused


Celebrate life then crash with no seatbelt
We party hard but also take risks without hesitation


Slit both wrists so act like you need help
We're so good that we'll make others feel inferior


What you say girl? I can't hear you, speak up
We're too busy and in demand to give everyone attention


Stuck between your lips and them two B cups
Caught up in the moment with a girl who's got our attention


Fifty bucks in the dice game
We take risks and make money in more ways than one


Rollin' with seven and the legend and we twice came
Out on the road with our crew, making music and making bank


And you know what they hittin' for
We're in high demand and making good money


56 cities, one van, and we gettin' dough
We're touring all over and still making that cash


Call your girls make plans you can hit the show
Our concerts are not to be missed, so grab your friends


Tell your man in advance he can hit the door
If he's not down with us, he's not welcome at our show


Honey wanna move like she knows moves
A girl who thinks she's got the moves, but we know better


And ate a bowl of cold soup with a coke spoon
A reference to drug use and a reckless lifestyle


I'm not as young as I look girl, I'm old-school
We're experienced and have been doing this for a while


Somewhere between Pro Tools and a gold tooth
We're somewhere between modern technology and old-school flair


I show you to act like you supposed to
We're setting an example of how to do things right


So cool, coast-to-coast, who's that crunk fool
We're smooth and successful from one coast to the other


Standing on the block leaning on the phone booth
A nod to a bygone era, but we're still out here grinding


Trying to squeeze a rock to make this orange juice
We're using our creativity and skills to make something great


Little Man seas, ?
Unknown


From the 215s to the 213s
From Philly to LA, we're known all over


Here goes a little something from some real emcees
We're real and authentic in our music and style


Not fellas (not gangstas) on a killing spree
We're not violent, but we're killing it in the game


Shoot, my rap sheet is filled with similes
We're poetic and skilled in our lyrics


And if you bite then death be the penalty
If you try to copy or imitate us, you'll never measure up


But don't worry about my style because it's been O.G.
We're the original and no one can replicate what we do


You make your girlfriend wanna rub her skin on me
Our charm and talents make us irresistible


Yo, ticky ticky tick tick tick tick ticky tick
A playful sound and rhythm to kick off a verse


Thug white girls suburban black hippie chick
We appeal to a diverse range of fans


Punk rock straight edge hip-hop pot head
Our music and style defies traditional labels


Invite 'em all over for a moshpit in my bed (C'mon)
Our energy is contagious and spreads to all areas of life


Right blow to the left speaker
We're making noise and turning up the volume


The people won't get dumb in front of the sub teacher
Our fans know how to party and didn't need instruction


Now hold it run don't let it touch the ground
We're keeping this momentum going and not slowing down


And you know it's done when the cops cut the sound
We're pushing boundaries and sometimes break the rules


C'mon, put my picture on the wall for all to see
We're iconic and deserve recognition


When you want it done right then call on me
We're the ones to go to for quality and excellence


Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly
Our work and performances are always on point


The employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as we
We're the best of the best and always come out on top




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