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