Artist: Joe Budden f/ Pusha T, Styles P
Album:  Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 the Worst
Song:   Dessert 4 Thought
Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com

[Intro - Styles P - talking] (*echo*) (Joe Budden)
"Space Ghost" (uh)
D-Block (uh)
Niggaz know what it is (ta ha)
They don't, they fucked up
Right (talk to 'em)

[Verse 1 - 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 facin? (what are we facin?)
See you at the crossroad, death's vacation ('cation)
Shit is like "Fright Night", get you a nightlight
Two blunts, Zeitgeist (Zeitgeist) but mami is Christ like
Now niggaz wanna look like women
Tight pants, costume jewels, I guess they CEO might bend 'em
God bless 'Pac but they ain't got "Thug Life" in 'em (God bless)
God bless Big but they don't know the +Everyday Struggle+ (God bless)
I keep it thorough, everywhere that I bubble and you bubble gum (you bubble gum)
Chew you up, spit you out nigga, 'cause I'm troublesome (troublesome)
And if they lyrical, then what the fuck am I? (tell me)
The maker of miracles, every couple of lines (lines)
Parallel lines in my soul, in my mind (parallel)
Then make the jewels unfold every time that I rhyme (uh)
You's a speck and I'm spectacular (spectacular)
Audio fuckin up your cardiovascular
Lyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula (flip)
Married to the game and you just a bachelor (bachelor)
SP and the Mouse in this bitch (what up?)
And I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch (ssssh)
Burn you and your car and your houses and shit (poof)
Don't you ever say you hard if I ain't vouch for the shit (nigga)

[Verse 2 - Pusha T]
It's like a never endin story, I'm here for my glory
The engine's too loud, these haters can't ignore me
Feelin like a legend, anyone that came before me
Drug dealer, posin all this motherfuckin jewelry (motherfuckin jewelry)
Came from the crack house, back room, black out
Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC Tapout
No plan B, it was nothin else to map out
So we throw stones while we livin in this glass house (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 out of fumes, my MacGyver shit
Reality TV before Survivor bitch
Yuuuck, put our lives on display
Who's thinkin about 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

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Yo, if my past had an encore, it'd be like an onslaught
A lot of niggaz died, there's too many to mourn for
I'm thinkin about my youth, us as little kids, am I wrong for
Havin thoughts Bishop Eddie would Long for?
I got decade old wounds, that are still bleedin
That chapter of my life's closed, that y'all still readin (still readin)
Straight face on, pretendin to feel decent
Casket shoppin for a loved one that's still breathin (still breathin)
Uh, swear that shit got in the way of summer
Avoidin calendars, since all your days were numbered
Laid out in the bed, could barely sit up (uh)
Those were your last breathes, I was mistakin for hiccups (oh!)
Y'all don't get the picture (uh), when your medicine is liquor (uh)
I'm talkin phone ringin, bein 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 voicemail (nah)
You would be proud, I'm due to be caked up
Wanna make your dreams come true? Gotta wake up (gotta wake up)
You groupie niggaz, I don't see how you ill with it
Broke and starvin but clingin to your meal ticket (meal ticket)
Broke hustlers that bake that trash
Back and forth to they vacant stash
Still in all I know a few that'll make that cash
Quick flip (uh), even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fast
Y'all should treat me like royalty (royalty)
Last of a dyin breed, that puts money and power behind loyalty (word)
Careful, that bitch shit'll rub off
Me, I'd rather die with my balls, than have to live with 'em cut off (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 thought's only as important as what'll follow it up, Joey 
(Joey ...)

[Outro - Joe Budden - talking] (*echo*)
Ta ha
Dessert for thought for y'all
Uh, go 'head, live with that
Yeah