I Retired Then I Changed My Mind

Thinking about stuff One, two These are my latest thoughts, yeah I been thinking 'bout retiring Looking back, I sure coulda used a good rivalry I hated some folks, but I kept it too casual I had a couple opps, but they was all supernatural I'm gettin' too old, my first album title, might've been too bold I conjured up a gremlin, how do I get rid of you? "What the fuck is Art Rap?" in every damn interview I coulda had a better stage show Kept rockin' with Pro and also had Dave, though Hellfyre brothers used to talk about stage craft Instead, we just dropped bangers people could ragе at I pop then the jewеls flew I wear gold chains and can't jump like I used to I'm one man climate change, the sea levels plummet Photos of the show drop and I got a big stomach Stakes might be lower but it's more of a mission This indie shit's more like a war of attrition Got a well paid gig, no fans to greet me Sweetly, my girl said it was beneath me I debuted age thirty Did everything good, but a year too early And never going wide is a side effect Even with the New York Times and the Tiny Desk I tried skipping to the three, four, five New Negroes almost died at the pilot test And I tripped, I took up my headroom Saw a billboard of myself from my bedroom Right above the chicken joint Gladwell would've bet that this was The Tipping Point I felt what the kids call GOATed I took selfies under it and hoped somebody noticed But ain't nobody watch it Friday night ratings, sell low, says the stock tips Household "who?" only fans know about me I wanna leave the game behind like Scott Rogowsky Rest in peace to Biz Markie I'm artsy and working for WKRP One silver lining in the rhymes that I wrote today Twenty years in, now I know my own vocal range I finally figured it out Shit took a minute