DJ Bobby Rich - Mr. Anonymous lyrics

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DJ Bobby Rich - Mr. Anonymous lyrics

[Intro] I'm anonymous, Mr. Anonymous Mr. You-Don't-Wanna-See, Mr. Ominous Mr. Silent, lurking in the background Ba-ba-pum, Ba-ba-pum I never back down Mr. Stonefish, you don't wanna feel me But I'm patient, out for the k** see-- I'm a wraith, baby, cloaked in your proxy I'd like to see what you got that can stop me, yup [Chorus] You don't even know my name Who are you son, and where do you come from? Tell me now cause I'm tired of asking your name And you don't even see my face Mirror mirror, am I really ugly? Yup Okay, now you can judge me [Verse 1] I used to have a dream about life in the fast lane But that sh** didn't work out I keep my darts aimed Keep my spears tipped, yeah you need to hear this Chest puffed, ego way out of alignment And Freud would have a field day with me, baby, timing-- Is everything, like trying to give away your wedding ring The clock ticks, lightning strikes, fear setting in Running out of steam, running out of mojo But I ain't going out like that, baby, oh no The eye is watching, don't think for a second That you ain't being scoped by the world's secret sections Illuminated, yeah you best believe it And if I die in a month's time you know the reason I want induction, I want in your circles My career needs a kick-start, I need your virtues Send your welcoming committee, I ain't crazy f** it, I can see what you did for Jay-Z [Chorus] [Verse 2] Novus ordo world, now baby twirl yo Dance like a puppet, feel the force, you can touch it Young queen, you don't need to keep pumping The mindlessness of the radio lala Controlled by the lightning bolt through Lady Gaga Penis to the sky, impregnate the planet I feel the power I wanna have it I need a lift, yeah, I need that black magic But they won't let me in I'm outside in the sand pits You let Taylor Swift in, I want the same deal I can remain calm, I can stay still Humiliate me live on the next award show But I may break Kanye's nose, yo, I warn you MKUltra, yeah, my f**ing brain's fried But so's yours, it's happening the same time If I get murdered there'll be no one who can prove it But I'll be sure to say what's up to Stanley Kubrick [Chorus]