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Fire, Knife, Stone, Hand
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Fire, Knife, Stone, Hand

Ya know... I ain't tryin' to beef with no one.
And I don't understand this new trend...
of purposely trying to offend someone,
Just to get fukked up in the end.
I see insecurity as the downfall of some.
Like your persona is only on lend.
I really think that this whole thing is dumb,
you really need a good friend.

Trying to make up for...
what you lack in your own style.
Doing things you don't usually do...
Just to get a quick smile.
Even when you look in the mirror...
You haven't seen yourself in a while.
Clean up on isle you...
Your fake personality I'm putting
on trial.

Like walking on cracked tile, I'm walking
on water next to you.
'Cause at least my stomach's not turning
with bile from living the life of a fool.

It's really sad, the chance you had
to make a difference in a world
gone bad.
This latest fad is driving me mad.
I see your spaceball's gone plaid.
If only these kids had a dad...
maybe these ladies should place an ad...
for a lad that is glad to be his own man.
Maintains his own pad and understands...

Man is Savage, Savage is Man.
Fire, Knife, Stone, Hand.
It takes a Viking to conquer this land.
Fire, Knife, Stone, Hand.


My flow... I ain't trying to compete with no one.
I don't feel the need to contend.
I know I can step to just about anyone
because my lyrics don't pretend.
I see you all peepin' me, I ain't gonna run.
People be seekin' what I recommend.
Don't ask what's been keeping me, I'm
just having fun. Beeping my horn as I ascend.

More indoctrinated schools,
more criminals on file.
Ya give em an inch or two...
and they want a country mile.
All these over emotional children,
acting so fukkin' hostile.
It seems like Society's slippin'...
Stop actin' like Gomer Pyle.

This is like Gilligan's Isle, and I'm the
professor next to you.
Denial is not just a river in Egypt...
Which reminds me kids... Don't sniff glue.

You think your bad but your lyrics
are sad. Listening to you is like
a kick in the nads.
I'm scopin' a stag, you're dope in
a bag.
I'm smokin' a fag, you're pokin'
a hag.
You shouldn't really pick at the scab.
Go home and rest, here, I'll call you
a cab.
I'm glad you understand now,
Don't fight with someone else plan.
I'm done showing you how to do
this man...
I won't explain it again.

Man is Savage. Savage is man.
Fire, Knife, Stone, Hand.
The Scotch-Irish Viking will
rule this land.
Fire, Knife, Stone, Hand.


Written by: Michael W. Taylor
March 9th. 2023©
© Michael W. Taylor