[Intro: Yelawolf]
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I'm not sure if you're aware or not but I'm Illuminati
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We controlling the minds of all of you
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Shady, the evil empire
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Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
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You got me, fuck y'all
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[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
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Man people really got me confused, what did I do?
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Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through?
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Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
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Get'em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
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Some think I'm Illuminati 'cause I'm a light in the dark
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Lookin' for masonic symbols inside of my body art
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That's hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks?
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Crazy motherfuckers tryin' to put me and you in the boat
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With Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Budden and Joell
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But I'm on this ship and I don't give a shit, oh well
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I see the storm, let the boat sail
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And I'm on deck but the rain pourin' off my raincoat tails
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They see God in me 'cause I know Hell
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They see the criminal inside of me probably 'cause I broke jail
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But my soul is not on wholesale
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And when I die, my people will be cryin' the first
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No? Well look
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[Hook:]
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If I'm gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
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Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let's have some fun
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'Cause I promise I will never run, never run from what I've become
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'Cause all that dumb shit that I've done, built me up to make me the one
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[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
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Jesus Christ sittin' passenger with the.45
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Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
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Stickin' bitches off with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
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With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
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Well I guess it's my turn to play
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The wildcard of Shady's clique and new world order'll play
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Talkin' shit, yeah that's sorta gay
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But I ain't homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
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No way, are you serious?
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Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed and they all coming to my show
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But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
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You would see all the versatility on the front row
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I convert, revert people to desert
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People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
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And if you're violent enough, anybody doubtin'
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They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
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So look
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
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The one gathering people, some people think that I'm king
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Some people think that I'm trash, some people shout and they scream
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Don't bother me, I'm a survivor, I'm alive and livin' my dream
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In a microwave society I'm a steady stream
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Don't need no validation from any cultural thieves
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No magazines or blogs or anybody who don't believe
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If you're behind the camera, than just point it at me
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'Cause I'll be making this movie and you're just making a scene, check it
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Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
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I wasn't ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
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And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
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You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
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So you lookin' back and callin' me whack and ho for
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When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
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And that's important
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And I went from not having a home, to everything I owned up in storage
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I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
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'Cause I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy's face
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When the government picked away at every penny that I made
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I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin' birthday cake
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Yeah, I guess that's a hard balance to weigh
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Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
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Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin' don't get me paid
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But if I stick to then I'll get through with it someday
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I'll be the one, you can talk shit about me
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I'll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
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I'll be the one you can hate
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But
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Yelawolf]
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I ain't mad motherfucker
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It's that new church, I be pastor
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What's up Wolf pack? Secret sermon started
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Open up this rhyme book, give you some motherfucking quotables
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Be The One
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Yelawolf |