(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 on the sidelines I'm so famous,
New City respects my game like Joe Namath And I protect my name your anus In y'all don't hear me, y'all don't listen Y'all just shine, y'all just wanna glisten
Floss, that the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the pastor to a label but I own my masters
Still get it popping without And Repertoire 'Cause march is a only minus the A&R When my brain excels, train derails Pop shit, make you feel Clipse' like Pharell
You feel me You will (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 lust to My the penis, when I write the ink's the sperm Desire, the fire that ignites, the torch to This is not rocket science, this to learn
My mic's the gavel when I talk adjourned Respect, even if you ashes you couldn't earn I antibiotics, you are infected with germs Rap's fatally ill, stick to the serum
Players, pick to play, get burned I color commentate the game chick perms This is the of truth for my opponents and liars
is alone invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned Rich Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the wire
You feel me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, it's my desire, yes it, Yes, my desire, people should keep My passion, my Yes, my desire, people should 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)