(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 relaxed on the I'm so famous,
New City respects my game like Joe Namath And I my name like your anus In prison y'all don't hear me, don't listen Y'all just shine, y'all just wanna glisten
Floss, knowing 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 monarch only the A&R When my excels, your train derails Pop shit, make you feel 'The like Pharell
You will me You will (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Oh, said it's my desire, yes it, (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, I write the ink's the sperm Desire, the fire that ignites, the to burn This is not rocket science, easy to learn
My mic's the gavel 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, pick to play, get burned I color commentate the game like perms This is the moment of truth for my and liars
is alone invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you wanna get burned like Rich Pryor back, who's that, there, the live wire
You will me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, my desire, yes it, yeah Yes, my desire, should keep fighting 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 fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)