(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said it's my desire, yes it, Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah,
the guidelines My chest out All on the sidelines I'm so famous,
New York City my game like Joe Namath And I protect my like your anus In prison y'all don't me, y'all don't listen Y'all just wanna shine, y'all wanna glisten
Floss, that the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the poetical Slave to a label but I own my
Still get it popping Artist And Repertoire 'Cause march is a monarch minus the A&R my brain excels, your train derails Pop shit, make you feel 'The Clipse' Pharell
You feel me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Oh, said it's my desire, yes it, (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) it's my desire, yeah
My is a ovary, the pages I lust to turn My the penis, when I write the ink's the sperm Desire, the fire that ignites, the torch to This is not rocket science, this to learn
My the gavel when I talk courts adjourned Respect, even if you ashes you couldn't earn I embody antibiotics, you are infected germs Rap's fatally ill, stick to the serum
Players, pick to play, get burned I color commentate the game like perms This is the moment of truth for my opponents and
Talk is invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Rich back, who's that, there, the live wire
You feel me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, my desire, yes it, yeah Yes, my desire, should keep fighting My passion, my Yes, my desire, people keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yes, my desire, people should fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)