(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said it's my desire, yes it, Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah,
Comprehend the My chest out All relaxed on the I'm so famous,
New York City respects my game like Joe And I protect my name like anus In prison y'all don't hear me, y'all listen Y'all just wanna shine, y'all just glisten
Floss, knowing that the is still missing (Who am I?) I am the pastor Slave to a but I own my masters
Still get it popping Artist And Repertoire 'Cause march is a monarch only the A&R my brain excels, your train derails Pop shit, make you 'The Clipse' like Pharell
You will me You will (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Oh, it's my desire, yes it, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said my desire, yeah
My is a ovary, the pages 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 when I talk courts adjourned Respect, even if you were you couldn't earn I antibiotics, you are infected with germs Rap's fatally ill, stick to the serum
Players, turns to play, get burned I color commentate the game like perms This is the moment of for my opponents and liars
Talk is invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you wanna get burned like Rich Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the wire
You will me You will (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, it's my desire, yes it, Yes, my desire, people should fighting My passion, my 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) Yes, my desire, should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)