Next Chapter (Prod.Xavien)

i stay relaxed, while they playin' they act I made a pact with the pain, never stray from the path Had to blaze through the black just to make it intact And Now im grazin every track with a lyrical engraved blade and axe I came from the cracks where the pavement was cracked Where the days came fast and the pay stayed flat I Had to make something happen, couldn't wait for the bag So I drew me up a plan and I stayed true to the task, Now the flame in the pen got me blazing the pad Every phrase got propane and every page gon blast Put the bass up in the back, n let it shake through the track And When the kick and the snare hit this place will collapse Something like, An earthquake underneath of some glass, My competition is non existent its ancient and past, I'm just carving my name in stone that will basically last Through out the history of mankind and onto the next chapter... Stay relaxed, stay on the gas never brake , never crack got the weight on my back, if they want what i got, better chase what i had. because i came from the bottom and i made it my path. I’m back with a chapter where the facts are getting captured... The paths in the back of my mind are getting fractured, I’m crafting the pattern, then snapping the axis, The track gets attacked when I’m packing the classics. I’m mapping the madness, advancing through practice, My language is layered with angles and tactics, They’re asking what happened, I’m laughing like, “What?” I just opened the chapter and mastered the craft after pages of pain generated to passion, Then painted the anguish in phrases and captions, The cadence is cracking, the bassline is shaking, The room starts reacting the second I’m rappin. I’m past all the average, I’m actually active, The pen is mechanical, practically magic, I’m stacking the syllables, packing the patterns, Then snap on the track like a branch from a lumberjack's axe hackin I’m naturally savage with tactical habits, I’m crafting these classics with fragments of madness...