(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 name your anus In y'all don't hear me, y'all 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 to a label but I own my masters
Still get it without Artist And Repertoire 'Cause is a monarch only minus the A&R When my brain excels, your train 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) Said it's my desire,
My book is a ovary, the pages I lust to My pen's the penis, when I write the the sperm Desire, the fire that ignites, the torch to is not rocket science, this easy to learn
My mic's the gavel when I talk courts Respect, even if you were ashes you 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 is the moment of truth for my opponents and liars
Talk is alone invoke the emotion of black Fire, you wanna get burned like Rich Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the wire
You will me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, it's my desire, yes it, Yes, my desire, should keep fighting My passion, my Yes, my desire, should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yes, my desire, people should keep (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people should fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)