Lyrics The Next Chapter - Tall Paul

The Next Chapter

I dropped a pair of dope mixtapes on the fly
So what y’all think I’m gonna put out when I actually try?
Notebooks full of nasty rhymes overlooked by passersby
Naa it’s time I channel classics that’ll make ya laugh & cry
Batting hits with averages that’s smashin joe mauers
Spurring bangers angered banging boards like twin towers
If you should judge the book by its cover when it’s still young
I bet you’ll undercover love it when it’s author blows up, hold up
Are y’all ready for the next chapter?
Throw up ya hands if you’re ready for the next chapter
Are y’all ready for the next chapter?
Bounce, if you’re ready for the next chapter
Think y’all ready for the next chapter
Be prepared when I come at ya y’all gon' feel the rapture
Since y’all ready for the next chapter
Break ya necks and make ya checks payable to the master
Earning my respect in fleets brash with hope
Crafting flow for success and salary, due to move a lot of tunes
So automatic with the speech, one could say I’m auto tuned
Otherwise I’m out of tune with the industry
Verbal pistolry, Paulie pistolero fit dinero
In a barrel spittin history they rarely teach
Increase my digits gleaning spirit peace clearly keyed
On the path you ought not rap if you ain’t me cause p’s a treat
Easily outshine emcees features in a body bag
Hopeful preachers vocal features 'gina when it’s on the rag
I ain’t even gotta rap, kill em with the lazy spit
Creating only classics gettin play from shady’s babies kids
See his babies babies kids floating round the lakes to this
Hovercraft engines coasting to an injuns intellect
Ready for the next level, I’m the new chapter
A tall pillar for realer no room for laughter I cannot be gassed up
If they got it locked I’m coming with combination
Hurdle names when turning pages watch this verbal elevation
It’s percolating like a working late and twerking
Naked chick, earning paper getting lay like a potato chip
Out with the basic vocals flip em bogus racing with
Contenders boasting they can spit we notice few are making it
I gotta twist this fate of paperless to paper thick
Shape shift I’ll turn to ape shit to break the bank
In this, my greatness is like the making of a baby
Talent makes these thirsty women transform to naked ladies
Hope to make a baby so when I make it they can say baby pay me
But I ain’t red bull, so can you swallow me
To get your wings and fly away to finer things?
Hell no, you seek the change (Mario) I peep the game (Nintendo)
Then crush your plans (Wario) cause this is my crescendo
You ain’t ready for the next chapter let go