Desire Pharoahe Monch (Ft. Shotyme)

[Intro: M.O.P. sample]
Oh! (Oh!) Oh! (Oh!)
Oh! (Oh!) Oh!

[Chorus: Showtyme]
Said, it's my desire, yes, it is, yeah
Yes, it is, yes, it is, oh, yes, it is, ugh

[Verse 1: Pharaohe Monch]
Comprehend the guidelines
My chest out, chinchilla, all relaxed on the sidelines
I'm so famous, understand
New York City respect 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'm the poetical pastor
Slave to a label, but I own my masters
Still get it poppin' without artists and 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 (Woo!)
You will feel me, you will admire
(My) Struggle, (My) hustle, (My) sole desire