(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said my desire, yes it, yeah 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 Joe Namath And I protect my name like your In prison y'all hear me, y'all don't listen just wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten
Floss, knowing the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the pastor Slave to a label but I own my
Still get it without Artist And Repertoire march 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 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 that ignites, the to burn This is not science, this easy to learn
My mic's the gavel when I talk adjourned Respect, even if you were you couldn't earn I antibiotics, you are infected with germs Rap's ill, please stick to the serum
Players, turns to play, get burned I color commentate the like chick perms This is the moment of for my opponents and liars
Talk is alone invoke the emotion of choirs Fire, you don't wanna get like Rich Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the live
You will me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, it's my desire, yes it, Yes, my desire, people keep fighting My passion, my 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) Yes, my desire, people should keep (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)