Dessert 4 Thought Lyrics - Mood Muzik 4 - Joe Budden

[Styles P:] 

Dark forces, get on the level 

Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil 

Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? 

See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation 

Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light 

Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ like 

Now niggas wanna look like women 

Tight pants, costume jewels 

I guess their CEO might bend 'em 

God bless Pac, but they ain't got thug like feelings 

God bless Big, but they don't know the every day struggle 

I keep it thorough, everywhere I'm bubbling, you bubble gum 

Chew you up, spit you out, nigga, cause I'm troublesome 

And if they lyrical then what the fuck am I? 

The maker of miracles, every couple of lines 

Parallel lines in my soul in my mind 

Make the jewels unfold every time of the rhyme 

Use respect, and I'm spectacular 

Audio fucking up your cardiovascular 

Lyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula 

Married to the game, and you just a bachelor 

SP and the Mouse in this bitch 

And I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch 

Burn you in your car and your house is the shit 

Don't ever say you hard if I ain't bout for the shit 

[Pusha T:] 

It's like a never ending story, I'm here for my glory 

The engines too loud, these haters can't ignore me 

Feeling like a legend, anyone that came before me 

Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry 

Came from the crack house, back room, black out 

Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out 

No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out 

So we throw stones while we living in this glass house 

It's been a minute so they ask where the fire went 

My kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot lit 

Made a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver shit 

Reality TV, before Survivor bitch 

Yuuuck, put our lives on display 

Who's thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today 

This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play 

The last of the greats, pay homage to me 

[Joe Budden:] 

If my past had a encore, it be like a onslaught 

A lot of niggas died, it's too many to mourn for 

I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as little kids 

Am I wrong for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for? 

I got decade old wounds that are still bleeding 

That chapter of my life is closed, yet y'all still read it 

Straight face on, pretending to feel decent 

Casket shopping for a loved one that is still breathing 

Swear that shit got in the way of Summer 

Avoiding calendars, since all your days were numbered 

Laid out in the bed, can barely sit up 

Those were your last breaths, I was mistaking for hiccups 

Y'all don't get the picture, when your medicine is liquor 

I'm talkin phone ringing, being too afraid to pick up 

I know you in a better place and that joy is felt 

I learned when death calls it won't leave a voice mail 

You would be proud, I'm due to be caked up 

Wanna make your dreams come true? Gotta wake up 

Groupie niggas I don't see how you deal with it 

Broke and starving, but clinging to your Meal Ticket 

Broke hustlers debate that trash 

Back and forth to they vacant stash 

Still in all I know a few that'll make that cash 

Quick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fast 

Y'all should treat me like royalty 

Last of a dying breed that puts money and power behind loyalty 

Careful, that bitch shit'll rub off 

Me, I'd rather die with my balls than have to live with 'em cut off 

Long winded, be patient enough to hear 'em 

I'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to wear 'em 

But know before you swallow it up 

Food for thoughts only as important as what'll follow it up