(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said it's my desire, yes it, yeah Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah, yeah Comprehend the guidelines My chest out chinchilla All relaxed on the sidelines I'm so famous, understand New York City respects my game like Joe Namath And I protect my name like your an*s In prison y'all don't hear me, y'all don't listen Y'all just wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten Floss, knowing that the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the poetical pastor Slave to a label but I own my masters Still get it popping without Artist And Repertoire 'Cause march is a monarch only minus the A&R When my brain excels, your train derails Pop sh**, make you feel 'The Clipse' like Pharell You will feel me You will admire (My) Struggle (My) Hustle (My) Soul, desire Oh, said it's my desire, yes it, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said it's my desire, yeah My book is a ovary, the pages I lust to turn My pen's the penis, when I write the ink's the s**m Desire, the fire that ignites, the torch to burn This is not rocket science, this easy to learn My mic's the gavel when I talk courts adjourned Respect, even if you were ashes you couldn't earn I embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs Rap's fatally ill, please stick to the serum Players, pick turns to play, get burned I color commentate the game like chick perms This is the moment of truth for my opponents and liars Talk is alone invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Rich Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the live wire You will feel me You will admire (My) Struggle (My) Hustle (My) Soul, desire Said, it's my desire, yes it, yeah Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting My pa**ion, my fire Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)