(feat. Showtyme)

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)

Said its my desire, yes it, yeah
yes it, yes it is, oh yeah, yeaaaah


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 !@#*
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 poppin' without artist & repertoire
Cause march is a monarch only minus the A&R
When my brain excels, your train derails

Pop %#@!, make you feel +The Clipse+ like pharell
You will feel me
You will admire

(My) Struggle
(My) Hustle
(My) Soul, Desire


Ooooooooooooh, Said its my desire, yes it, yeah
(Oh, 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 ^&@#$
When I write the ink's the sperm

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 ??? you couldn't earn

I embody antibiotics
You are infected with germs
Rap's fatally ill, please get concerned

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 passion, my fire

Yes my desire, people should keep fighting
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Yes my desire, people should keep fighting

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Yes my desire, people should keep fighting
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)