My Ego's Doing Fine

Hip Hop at it's finest.
~ Music for the mind, not for the fist. ~
Music, Lyrics, Performance & Production by: Savagized_Beatz/M.C.🎼M.Savage
🏁 Victory Records
C Minor - 83 BPM
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Lyrics
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The sign said stop, but I really had
to go.
The music was rap when I wanted
Rock N Roll.
I'm still alive yet they're trying to
tag my toe.
I'm a mystery inside just like Edgar Allan Poe.
I study a lot of stuff, to keep you people in the know.
Children's lives matter... Wade versus Roe.
The fat cat's getting fatter...
Cash cows always owe.
Shit talking splatter. Put a bone in my dog bowl.

You're so full of hot air, I thought
you were a balloon.
Don't you even care if you
appear as a bafoon?
We'll have a whale of a time,
pass me a harpoon.
We're all blinded by the glare
of Davey Jones' doubloon.

I'm alive inside this Savagized
poetic Hip Hop tune.
This afternoon, get ready,
we're going howling at the moon.
What's it gonna take to get you out
of your cocoon?
All the other butterflies flew away
last June.
Life is like a cartoon, and I thought
I saw a pussy cat.
Vidal Sassoon will keep your hair
from going flat.
I've grown quite immune to the
insults from these Hip Hop gnats.
Let's meets at the saloon, we'll
hang out near the whiskey vat.

Life's a contradiction and we're
dancing on shards of glass.
None of this is fiction, and this
story won't last.
How can you look forward when
you're stuck in someone else's past?
I'm happy you got Botox...
Now you can kiss my ass.

Make it fast, make it last, enjoy
your time down there.
Absinthe in the glass leads to a
drunken sailor's stare.
In case you're unaware, there's
no such fukkin' thing as fair.
Now take a hit and pass the
blunt to Smokey the Bear.

Or Hooty the Owl...
I really don't care.
Only you can prevent liars
from burning up our ozone layer.
Only you will expire before we
get to breath clean air.
The flames are getting higher
on the stage at Vanity Fair.

It's alright though, pobody's
nerfect.
See what I did there? Well, I did
it on purpose.
Because you deserve the best
of me and my intellectual mind.
I'm playing with my sanity,
Let's leave this world behind.

My rationale abandoned me,
More passion to define.
Learning to read brail so
that I can see the sign.
I've caught the tiger by
the tail, this animal is mine.
My vanity can't stand me.
But my egos doing fine.


The cop yelled stop, but I
got my crop to grow.
I had to stop and drop,
they got the fire down below.
The game is a trap, yet so
many people play.
Too many players die,
from this lifestyle today.
There's a lesson in my rhyme,
Better listen to what I say.
How many artists get in line
to give themselves away.

The industry don't care, they
only care about their pockets.
Sound studio con artists,
only care about their profits.
Well enough of this dead end
toxic rap,
It's time to break the mold.
The whole reason I'm
independent...
This puppet show has gotten old.

My lyrics are tight, my rhymes
are bold.
My tracks are hot, their feet are
cold.
You must be high, stop licking
toads.
Hollywood bullshit comes in
loads.
You can't outshine my brilliant
glow.
This time is mine, now hit the
road.
By Devine design, God broke
the mold.
I can't wait to see these tracks
Explode.

Come on get up, we're getting
down with the sickness.
How many rabid wolf tickets
have you sold?
Step back get down. Better do it
with a quickness.
Your bark ain't got no bite so
just do what your told.

I've been rollin' for years,
to keep the moss from growin' on me.
Raise up your glasses,
Cheers!
I'm going down in history.

You can all examine me,
Brilliance you will find.
I'm not meant to fail,
Hell, I'm one of a kind.
It's time this Viking set his sail,
Leave you all behind.
I'll send a postcard in the mail,
If you don't decline.
I've caught this bastard by
the tail, this mother Fukker's mine.
My vanity can't stand me.
But my egos doing fine.

I'm getting better,
like the finest wine.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
January 1st 2023 ©

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