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