(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 on the sidelines I'm so famous,
New York City 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 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 'The Clipse' like 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 book is a ovary, the pages I to turn My pen's the penis, when I write the ink's the Desire, the fire that ignites, the torch to This is not rocket science, this to learn
My mic's the gavel I talk courts adjourned Respect, even if you were you couldn't earn I embody antibiotics, you are with germs fatally ill, please stick to the serum
Players, pick to play, get burned I color commentate the like chick perms This is the moment of truth for my and liars
is alone invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't get burned like Rich Pryor back, who's that, there, the live wire
You feel 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 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 keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)