The Next Chapter - Tall Paul

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