[Hook - Pharaohe Monch] Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Said its my desire, yes it, yeah Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Pharaohe Monch] 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 anus 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 Monch is a monarch only minus the A&R When my brain excels, your train derails Pop shit, make you feel the Clipse like Pharrell You will feel me You will admire (My) Struggle (My) Hustle (My) Soul, Desire
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[Verse 2: Pharaohe Monch] My book is a ovary The pages I lust to turn My pen's the penis When I write the ink's the sperm Desire, the fire that ignites the torch to burn This is not rocket science This is 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 get concerned Players, pick turns to play, get burned I color commentate the game like Chick Hearn This is the moment of truth for my opponents & liars Vocals 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
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