(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 my name like your anus In prison y'all don't hear me, don't listen just wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten
Floss, knowing that the is still missing (Who am I?) I am the poetical Slave to a label but I own my
Still get it popping without Artist And 'Cause is a monarch only minus the A&R When my brain excels, your derails Pop shit, make you feel 'The like Pharell
You will me You will (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Oh, it's my desire, yes it, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) it's my desire, yeah
My book is a ovary, the I lust to turn My pen's the penis, when I the ink's the sperm Desire, the fire ignites, the torch to burn This is not rocket science, this to learn
My mic's the gavel when I talk adjourned Respect, even if you were you couldn't earn I embody antibiotics, you are infected with fatally ill, please stick to the serum
Players, turns to play, get burned I color the game like chick perms is the moment of truth for my opponents and liars
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 will me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, my desire, yes it, yeah Yes, my desire, people should keep My passion, my Yes, my desire, should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yes, my desire, people keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)