Hours & Minutes - Epic Beard Men, Sage Francis, B. Dolan

Everybody in the building

I need y’all to raise this motherfucking roof

It’s that time

Epic- Epic- E-Epic- Epic- E-Epic Beard Men

Sage- Sage- Sage- Sage- Sage Francis

It’s that time

Strange Famous Records

Is it vanilla fudge pudge when me & Francis organize?

Hold these mics like a grudge or grow these beards before your eyes

The sort of guys immortalized for drawing lines on corporate ties

«Fuck Clear Channel» 'til the box office saw declines

Before your time

So what?

Justice is blind and I’m patient

They redefined Satan, now they call it Live Nation

Just keep the hive in hibernation until we arrive

With a week’s supply of beats and rhyme pages

Hope you motherfuckers hydrated

My whole genetic code’s been soaked in THC

I mean my jeans are high-waisted, keep my mind racing

We are on a higher placement with the sky adjacent

The street team’s disgruntled cause your fucking flyer’s basic

Guy face it, the time’s are changing, the climate’s raging

The power shifting, empire’s in decline

You look at time you’ve wasted, and how you’re living

So how you living?

In hours or minutes?

We confounded the critics

(Hit it!)

They said it couldn’t be done

We done it, we did it

Yelling «fuck it» from the top of our lungs

And we were patient

No more waiting 'cause our moment has come

Mission statement, like remember

This is supposed to be fun (what does that even mean?)

They said it couldn’t be done

We done it, we did it

Yelling «fuck it» from the top of our lungs

And we was patient, no more waiting, son

Our moment has come

Mission statement like

Remember, remember

This is supposed to be fun

Laughs, good times;

hook, line and sinker

When the dumb rapper shook eyes, we took the time to think of

All the ways to supersize the puny rhymes that you microdose

No, Dolan will not smoke you out (yes Francis, grab the firehose)

I’m washing away the piss in your downtown

Thinking out loud with a lisp, old man shaking his fist at a SoundCloud

I’m still in with the out-crowd, shoutout to Bob Holman

For the connection, now the epic men with beards are top showmen

My advice to young writers is quit, stop trolling

That’s a sureshot way to get your snotbox broken

When I slide into the DMs of your real life, feet-first

And fit your bride up with EBM t-shirts (it could be worse)

You want to pimp strut with your late pass?

And punch above your weight class?

We’ll rock your entire house and just turn it to stained glass

We run with a strange cast of characters

Who wouldn’t hesitate to demonstrate the love they have for us bastards

So how you livin' (in hours or minutes?)

So how you livin' (in hours or minutes?)

So how you livin' (in hours or minutes?)

So how you- So how you- So how you- So how you- So how you

They said it couldn’t be done

We did it, we done it, we did it

They said it couldn’t be done

For the love of the beats and the lyrics

They said it couldn’t be done

And we was patient with it

But now our moment has come, hours and minutes

They said it couldn’t be done

We did it, we done it, we did it

They said it couldn’t be done

We did it, we done it, we did it

They said it couldn’t be done

We did it, we done it, we did it

Now our moment has come, hours and minutes

Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun