(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 relaxed on the I'm so famous,
New York City respects my game like Joe And I my name like your anus In prison y'all don't hear me, don't listen Y'all just wanna shine, y'all wanna glisten
Floss, knowing that the soul is still (Who am I?) I am the poetical Slave to a but I own my masters
Still get it popping Artist And Repertoire march is a monarch only minus the A&R When my brain excels, train derails Pop shit, make you feel 'The like Pharell
You will me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Oh, said my desire, yes it, yeah (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, when I the ink's the sperm Desire, the fire ignites, the torch to burn This is not rocket science, this easy to
My mic's the gavel I talk courts adjourned Respect, even if you were you couldn't earn I embody antibiotics, you are infected germs Rap's fatally ill, stick to the serum
Players, turns to play, get burned I color commentate the game chick perms This is the moment of truth for my and liars
Talk is alone invoke the of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Pryor back, who's that, there, the live wire
You will me You will (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, my desire, yes it, yeah Yes, my desire, people should keep My passion, my Yes, my desire, people keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yes, my desire, should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people should fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)