(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 respects my game like Joe Namath And I protect my like your anus In y'all don't hear me, y'all don't listen Y'all just wanna shine, y'all wanna glisten
Floss, knowing the soul 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 march is a monarch only the A&R When my brain excels, your train Pop shit, make you feel Clipse' like Pharell
You feel me You will (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 rocket science, this easy to
My mic's the gavel when I talk courts Respect, even if you were ashes you couldn't I embody antibiotics, you are with germs Rap's fatally ill, please to the serum
Players, turns to play, get burned I commentate the game like chick perms This is the moment of for my opponents and liars
is alone invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Rich Move back, who's that, there, the wire
You feel 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, people should keep (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people should keep (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)