PENSION

Flu game feet, all I need's the red leather Feeling good, but I've been better, trendsetter If the heart's a muscle, I could bench-press it, yeah Many wantin' vendettas, none of them clever, though I get the same green, just with less fetter That mean I get the same paper, just with less extras They wan' get down since I came through in a fresh get-up Oh my, guess my prime is ahead schedule Realized less pressure don't mean less effort Confrontin' all the feelings that I let fester Told Arbus it's home court, he said "Let's get 'em" And if they dig their own grave, we best let 'em Flow nuts and preposterous, if they ain't seein' Craft, they need fuckin' binoculars The views got me paid, I'm like a fuckin' optometrist But do it for the love and all the solaces Been a while since they seen a guy this solid miss I'm such a rarity these days, I miss the fog, what's rare is the clarity these days Dudes sound the same, lotta parity these days To the point that it's become a parody, jeez, wait We ain't mean to get here, can't be mad when you arrive 'cause look at who we let steer All these money melodies, the rhythm's even less clear So when they tellin' me I'm next, really I'm like "Next where?" I might not even be in line to buy the dreams they sellin', try to project here Perpetually tryin' make next year my best year I don't know if I got more confidence or less fear Either way, it's workin' for me, pension is eventual Yeah, said I'm just here for the pension You get hurt workin' for a cheer or a mention They out here doin' it for peers or the guest list Shit gon' be exactly as appears at the exit, yeah 'Cause the end of the night is a cruel mirror, yeah And I need my pension Bitch, I need my shit The grooviest of flows, it behoove you to oppose Any lunacy, suppose and be aloof to how he flows Why would you try to hate? You one them dudes who overuse the word ideate You workin' too hard, kid, relax a bit You know the name, they all chatter it The Jersey game is so Paterson If given a choice 'tween a former and a latter I use the former to climb the ladder, wait until the former's what the latter is How you gon' speak on behalf of this but couldn't be half of this? How you gon' tell me when I mastered this? But without the money, I made it cool to be passionate Your faves tryin' do what I do, just with a capitalist twist Their applause might be louder, but it's blood on their hands that they clappin' with, shit So I'ma just relax and sip this tea and this jasmine, bitch, yeah Name ring bells from 11th Ave to Madison You contradictory but inevitable like pastor sins They threw me in the concrete and I had to swim And tried to numb me, they checkin' I still have my lens The beat-breaker, function, might make it, but of late, frequent flaker Bourbon sipper, lotta nights, I meet my makers Their top five in the mirror like, "I need my makeup" Oh, Lord When you know more, you gotta say "No more" One the best alive, I never been so sure But fuck a accolade, bro, I'm here for the pension Yeah, said I'm just here for the pension You get hurt workin' for a cheer or a mention They out here doin' it for peers or the guest list Shit gon' be exactly as appears at the exit, yeah Yeah, 'cause the end of the night is a cruel mirror, yeah And I need my pension Bitch, I need my shit