Joe Budden - Dessert 4 Thought lyrics

[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 sh** is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ like Now n***as wanna look like women Tight pants, costume j**els 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, n***a, cause I'm troublesome And if they lyrical then what the f** am I? The maker of miracles, every couple of lines Parallel lines in my soul in my mind Make the j**els unfold every time of the rhyme Use respect, and I'm spectacular Audio f**ing up your cardiovascular Lyrically spit sh**, flip like a spatula Married to the game, and you just a bachelor SP and the Mouse in this b**h And I want it quiet as a mouse in this b**h Burn you in your car and your house is the sh** Don't ever say you hard if I ain't bout for the sh** [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 f**in' j**elry 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 gla** 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 sh** Reality TV, before Survivor b**h 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 d**h 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 n***as 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 b**h sh**'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 j**els 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