(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said it's my desire, yes it, Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah,
Comprehend the My chest out All on the sidelines I'm so famous,
New York City respects my game like Joe And I protect my name like anus In prison don't hear 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 pastor Slave to a but I own my masters
Still get it popping Artist And Repertoire 'Cause march is a monarch only the A&R When my brain excels, train derails Pop shit, make you feel Clipse' like Pharell
You feel me You will (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Oh, said it's my desire, yes it, (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said it's my desire,
My is a ovary, the pages I lust to turn My pen's the penis, I write the ink's the sperm Desire, the that ignites, the torch to burn This is not rocket science, easy to learn
My mic's the gavel I talk courts adjourned Respect, if you were ashes you couldn't earn I embody antibiotics, you are with germs Rap's fatally ill, please to the serum
Players, turns to play, get burned I commentate the game like chick perms This is the of truth for my opponents and liars
Talk is alone the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned Rich Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the wire
You will me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, my desire, yes it, yeah Yes, my desire, people should fighting My passion, my Yes, my desire, people should fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yes, my desire, people should keep (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)