MOG

Still get it popping without Artist And Repertoire
Said, it's my desire, yes it, yeah
And I protect my name like your anus
(My)
(My)
Said it's my desire, yeah

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Respect, even if you were ashes you couldn't earn
Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Rich Pryor
New York City respects my game like Joe Namath
Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Floss, knowing that the soul is still missing

(My)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cause march is a monarch only minus the A&R
You will feel me
This is the moment of truth for my opponents and liars
Pop shit, make you feel 'The Clipse' like Pharell
Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting
I embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs
(Who am I?)
You will feel me
Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting
Struggle
All relaxed on the sidelines
You will admire

Soul, desire
Slave to a label but I own my masters
Talk is alone invoke the emotion of black choirs
(My)
My passion, my fire
Comprehend the guidelines
Rap's fatally ill, please stick to the serum
Soul, desire
When my brain excels, your train derails

(My)
I'm so famous, understand
My pen's the penis, when I write the ink's the sperm
My book is a ovary, the pages I lust to turn
Desire, the fire that ignites, the torch to burn

Players, pick turns to play, get burned
Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah, yeah

In prison y'all don't hear me, y'all don't listen
My mic's the gavel when I talk courts adjourned

Hustle
Struggle
My chest out chinchilla
Y'all just wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten

This is not rocket science, this easy to learn

Move back, who's that, there, the live wire
I am the poetical pastor
Hustle

I color commentate the game like chick perms
(My)
Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting
Oh, said it's my desire, yes it, yeah

You will admire