Dessert 4 Thought Joe Budden (Ft. Pusha T & Styles P)

[Intro: Styles P (Joe Budden)]
"Space Ghost" (uh)
D-Block (uh)
Niggas know what it is (ta ha)
If 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 niggas 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 (what up?)
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)