(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 on the sidelines I'm so famous,
New York City respects my like Joe Namath And I protect my name your anus In prison y'all don't hear me, y'all don't just wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten
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 without Artist And Repertoire 'Cause march is a monarch minus the A&R When my brain excels, your derails Pop shit, make you 'The Clipse' like Pharell
You feel me You will (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 lust to My pen's the penis, when I write the ink's the Desire, the that ignites, the torch to burn is not rocket science, this easy to learn
My mic's the gavel when I courts adjourned Respect, even if you were ashes you earn I antibiotics, you are infected with germs Rap's fatally ill, please stick to the
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, that, there, the live wire
You will 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 fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people should keep (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)