(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 relaxed on the I'm so famous,
New City respects my game like Joe Namath And I my name like your anus In prison don't hear me, y'all don't listen Y'all just wanna shine, y'all just wanna
Floss, that 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 minus the A&R When my brain excels, train derails Pop shit, make you 'The Clipse' like 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) it's my desire, yeah
My book is a ovary, the pages I to turn My the penis, when I write the ink's the sperm Desire, the fire ignites, the torch to burn This is not rocket science, this to learn
My the gavel when I talk courts adjourned Respect, even if you were ashes you earn I embody antibiotics, you are infected germs Rap's ill, please stick to the serum
Players, turns to play, get burned I commentate the game like chick perms is the moment of truth for my opponents and liars
Talk is alone invoke the emotion of choirs Fire, you don't 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, people keep fighting My passion, my Yes, my desire, people keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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)