Give it Up lyrics

by

Felt



[Slug]
I sit in the back of the chamber
Away from the strangers like I'm a big banger
f*ck your theories, clearly it's a myriad
Of weak characters and second to last periods

Put an asterisk by your name
With a footnote explaining the shattered glass frame
The dusk came, the smile was afflicted
They called it fame, highly addictive

[MURS]
I graduated like a cylinder, my signature
Can't be recognized by these minuscule miniatures
Consummate con artists, conning all you conformers
Pushin' my penmanship, pinnacle performance

A peg leg, a prophet through piracy
I still sail (sell), indulged in the irony
And I will be the last man standing
Screamin' "Land ho" and sink your whole damn planet

[Slug]
Give it up, give it here
I want full attention
Sharpen up the #2, time to start the testin'
Sentences etched in to the development
Confliction eternal, at war with your skeleton
[MURS]
I got an airtight alibi
No holes in my story
Gossip hood homies that can hold that for me
There's new ways to get high, but all that bore me
Don't want to be strung out on coke when you're forty

Chorus [Aesop Rock] (Slug):
(Give it up) Swim together or drown separate
Do not let her peer into a man's eyes like Xs
(I got Xs) Do not let her rehabilitate
Eyes like Xs, tongues like figure eights
(Give it up) Dip together or dive separate
Do not let peer into a man's eyes like Xs
(I got Xs) Do not let her rehabilitate
Eyes like Xs, tongues like figure eights

[MURS]
Here it is, a big day for the little rhymers
Puttin' out a new record, all they do is criticize us
It's all up on the internet
They analyze who's in and out of
Can't they see these men are riders?
All that do is energize us

Powered up, sittin' with that sour cup
Cryin' over spilled milk, mad cause your hour's up
It's our turn, better luck next time
Get yours, until then respect mine
[Slug]
I'm a product of too many Minnesota winters
Go figure, they call me a go getter
Had a fetish for puttin' letters together
Did it for the adventure 'cause we know better
There's no treasure

Just sex, drugs, rock & roll and guns
And a visit to the dentist every 24 months
I never respect the peaches or plumbs
That's why I speak to your face and keep my hand on your lunch

[MURS]
Boss up or bow down to big timers
We down low, dodgin' all you di*k riders
See me talkin' to a chick, you know I'm tryin' to take her home
c*ckblock my convo, I'm crackin' your camera phone

[Slug]
Out hollerin' 'cause my tolerance is thin
I'm callin' offense moves with my defense in
Gotta watch you fools with every open eye
Don't forget to watch them ones that try to hold you high
(You know that's right)

[Hook]
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