(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said my desire, yes it, yeah Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah,
Comprehend the My out chinchilla All on the sidelines I'm so famous,
New York respects my game like Joe Namath And I protect my name your anus In prison y'all don't me, y'all don't listen Y'all wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten
Floss, knowing the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the poetical Slave to a but I own my masters
Still get it without Artist And Repertoire 'Cause is a monarch only minus the A&R When my brain excels, your train Pop shit, make you feel 'The Clipse' like
You will 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 I lust to turn My pen's the penis, when I write the the sperm Desire, the that 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 fatally ill, please stick to the
Players, pick turns to play, get I color commentate the game chick perms This is the moment of for my opponents and liars
Talk is invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the wire
You will me You admire (My) (My) (My) Soul,
Said, my desire, yes it, yeah Yes, my desire, people should 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 keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)