Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Next Chapter , by - Tall Paul. Release date: 28.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |