(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said my desire, yes it, yeah Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah,
the guidelines My out chinchilla All on the sidelines I'm so famous,
New York City respects my game Joe Namath And I protect my name your anus In prison y'all don't me, y'all don't listen Y'all just shine, y'all just wanna glisten
Floss, that the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the pastor to a label but I own my masters
Still get it without Artist And Repertoire 'Cause march is a monarch minus the A&R my brain excels, your train derails Pop shit, make you feel 'The like Pharell
You will me You will (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 book is a ovary, the I lust to turn My pen's the penis, when I write the ink's the Desire, the that ignites, the torch to burn This is not science, this easy to learn
My mic's the gavel when I talk courts Respect, even if you ashes you couldn't earn I embody antibiotics, you are with germs Rap's fatally ill, please to the serum
Players, pick to play, get burned I color commentate the game like chick This is the moment of for my opponents and liars
Talk is alone invoke the emotion of choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the wire
You feel 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 should fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)