Food for Thought 9th Wonder & Buckshot

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Damn, can I get a piece of bread?
Without somebody in the street trying to eat what I said
I know I spread words like butter on toast
Cause when ya get it in the morning then ya love it the most
But see it's really the beef I hate
Even though there's a lot of y'all that wanna see my plate
I dedicate time to separate lines
And go bananas when I think about the food for ya mind
And stay away from them rotten apples
When ya fed some get fed and do a lot to get at you
So I match my caliber with my calories
Forty five shots a slice is like can it be
Nah, where you want it breast or thigh
I got a two piece and fries for niggas like y'all
So why would I pass my plate
When I'm working for a salary to pass my weight

[Chorus: 9th Wonder scratches]

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
Every seeds that grows of food is a show and prove
How I move when I go with the youth
I mean at a show if I flow in the booth
I let it be know you better be grown or don't do it
Huh, many claim to have food for your brain
You can tell when they starving cause they arguments lame
What a shame you see me on the train and kick it
Thought it was sweet with a jook so you ran for your biscuit
But no matter what I can't be stagnant
Cause I peep to survive now you need that cabbage
And after that shit everything is gravy
Until the next meal maybe shit's crazy
I pray we see a better day
Cause see all this hunger is making me wonder why you lazy
Why would I pass my plate?
When I'm working for a salary to pass my weight