Epic Beard Men - DIYMFS lyrics

This dat old, multiple staple-gun happened
Left lane, aggressively passing
Round the world couch-crashing
Broke-ass fan fixing
Hand-to hand mission man
Listen, I split the clip in the edited
Video I wrote the treatment for!
I might just cut a fuckin' record
If a DJ leave the tour!
I'm the one you settle up with
At the end of the night
And do my own security
If something ain't right
Ya know what I mean? That's that DIYMFS

(yeah) We're about to DIYMFS, do it!
DIYMFS, do it! DIYMFS, do it!
Do it ya motherfuckin' self

Yo, Sage you on cue? yeah, I'm on cue
B, you on cue? Sure, I'm on cue


Yo, Sage, you on cue? I'm always on cue
(Watch it)
Tell these people what you gotta do!

I gotta wake up early on you motherfuckers
Snatch the prize out the cereal box
They got HUSTLE!
Congrats everybody yelling 'Facts!'
But they ain't the same facts
Which kinda negates that (Can't trust it)
Your weak wheatpaste campaign can't fade us
The bricks in the walls you
Hit would still claim us (Strange Famous)
Say it 'til the paint's buffed
And the frame rusts
And we find out what you're made of
Tapes dubbed over dual cassette
CD burning on the turnpike, move em direct
Let's take a lap around the map
And serve 'em platters of wax
That last longer than the
Usual removable text that get set by the
Masters of mass-production
Used to wonder why the mainstream
Was whack and redundant
All the watered down dumb shit
Lacking in courage
And the Program Director getting
Half your budget so the purse strings lead
To a mastered puppet
Wasn't passing judgement
Just wasn't the move
And since I wasn't budging I
Had other shit to do

DIYMFS, do it! DIYMFS, do it!
DIYMFS, do it! Do it ya motherfuckin' self

Yo, Sage you on cue? yeah, I'm on cue
B, you on cue? I'm always on cue
Yo, Sage you on cue? You know I'm on cue
(True) tell these people what you gotta do

I represent myself in the
Court of public opinion (That's a given)
I collect the rent
Pay the mortgage to the landlord
Who owns the building
I don't second guess myself
If I did that would be a first
I wasn't born on third (I'm the judge)
I'm the judge, jury, executioner each verse
I protect home you steal
Signals and get stuff
Wheels of steel spin the singles
That are pressed up (Bless up)
I'ma dress you down
Remember when I went to your town?
I booked that show, flight, hotel
And rental car
Drove to the venue, set-up merch at the bar
Did the soundcheck, promoted
Devoted more of my life
To this mic than you could ever know, kid!
Then I headlined they be like
UB40, I be like red, red wine
Where's my set time? There was a curfew
I served you before the deadline
Stepped off stage and then signed a shirt
That you bought that I helped design
When I say 'Independent', I mean
Like a no shadow financing
No need for a green light
No need for a pay rise
I take risks you take notes you took pics
I gave quotes
'You're too sick, how do you do it?'
Gotta DIYMSF, stupid!

DIYMFS, do it! DIYMFS, do it!
DIYMFS, do it! Do it ya motherfuckin' self

Yo, B, you on cue? I woke up on cue
Yo, Sage, you on cue? I'm always on cue
Yo, B, you on cue? You know I'm on cue
Yo, Swab
Tell these fools what they gots to do

(Scratches)

(Eyes on the prize, mind on the prime
My advice: if you want something done right
You better come do it yourself)

(Just do it, just do it
Just get right round to it
Just do it, just do it
Just get right round to it
Just do it, just do it
Just get right round to it)

(This is the product of a DIY)