Hours & Minutes

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
B- B- B- B dolan 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