A Few More Words

[Verse 1]
J the illest, came to kill it, time, I race against it
Part 1 of the Project’s looking like 80 minutes
With the pen, he wise, but the clowns’ll never get it
They only care if the beat slap like a game of chicken
Listen, you know the verses be furnished by furnaces
Permanent damage to any rapper who’s versus me
Went face to face with insecurities of mine
And I certainly conquered, but now I gotta go non compos mentis
So stop the presses, while I spit it with such fervency
You stay getting your cash off what’s current, see
Personally, I don’t play around with perjury
So while the shiny rap in hyperbole, you should catch wind and word of me
Back in ‘18, I learned who serves the triple 6
Do the math, came through to spaz, the throne is at my fingertips
One in a million, I’m bound to be ubiquitous
Go Penn and Teller on instrumentals, the most legitimate

[Verse 2]
Uh
Time to ice ‘em, no VVS
Watch me go, I’m resilient
Counting blessings by the triplet
Y’all act so chilling, yet I got more fear in my silhouette
Media looking at us like we militants
I see BS up in CBS
What a man’ll do for the cheese and bread
Just to make the hoagie, they’ll spit baloney
‘Cause we ain’t heroes to them
We’re little fish, merely integers
Man, just to think about millions
We’d have to strain, no indica
Meanwhile, I’m on ten again
Never giving y’all the minimum
Every record, giving full percentage
If you think you better, you should introspect
No such thing as indirects
If I take shots, all disrespect
Am I kidding? Eh
That’s for you to figure out while I continue this
Every line shakes peers, no William
Cooking new new with Billy, man
Temporary Experiences
Y’all gon’ love it, yeah, it gon’ be the best
Now don’t entertain them opinions up on the internet
That stuff, it keep you fixed
It keep you locked down, in a box
Maneuver smart, don’t miss your step
That’s for my artists like Jillian
And Mia, Audrey, Danny and Sam
Manny and Malcolm, and to all of y’all
This is our year, don’t dare forget

[Interlude]
Oh, I got another verse left (laughs)
Oh man, yo
Alright, let's do it (laughs)
I said

[Verse 3]
It’ll be Astoria when I blow up, coming out of the blue
Got crowds bouncing in rooms, flow like the Fountain of Youth
Now if there’s any obstacles in my route, it’s okay
See I still rustle it up, so a stumble don’t faze me
Yeah, I come for necks with napalm, they’ll need a séance when I’m through with this
Luminary and luminous, I’m too legit
The realest on the cumulus, attribute it to hubris
Turn the dubious to enthusiasts
Dude, I spit fire with no oxygen required, so if you step to me
Your pen ultimately'll fail, that’s why you’ll come in second place
I chalk it up to elbow grease, effort, labor
And still there’s been extended waits for extended plays
So thanks for being patient, 2019’s ours
Every track I make, in the next I evolve
So let every line and bar be your sky and stars
It’s the scion of the Bronx, by and large, signing off