A track from an upcoming EP with Saint Andrews and Emellodee of Saint Paul Classy, the track speaks of how others wish for fame, when we simply just want to be heard. What we do is for the love never the money. - This track will be featured on the "NotSafeForMainstream" project 

Produced by Collins
Recorded. Aug 2015


I Don't Wanna Be Famous (Ft. Emellodee & Saint Andrews)

My remake of J Dilla's '98 classic "Getting Strong Now" as heard on the King of Beats compilation. Same sample, flipped different but yet similar. Dilla has truly changed my life. Rest In Peace Jay Dee

Getting Strong Now

In a time of extreme uncertainty, this song was created to enlighten listeners wanting music with more of a message as opposed to mainstream hip-hop. "Rapps On Deck" touches issues of Trump Presidency, raising the awareness that we must continue to fight for equality for every American.

As well as the song's lines "So beautiful, it's so beautiful" is to serve as a mantra that even in the ugliness there is still some beauty. With everything that is going on currently, we must shift our minds to focus on the positive.

	[Verse 1: nelwayne] 

	Old soul wit it, soul glow wit it 
	24 carrot gold in it, so cold frigid 
	urban antarctic outfitted 
	shake hands with him
	modest mouse moon image 	
	pres-elect soon to be president 
	mad ignorant and the vice is too 
	swear they hate dark pigment 
	rights for LBGTQ they tryin’ strip it 
	Obamacare just ended, hunger games beginning 
	social media flipping’ people speak politics like it’s religion
	now all of a sudden everyones a expert with opinion 
	I pen this with intention to awaken a dull listener 
	or narcoleptic figure sleeping on Nel wisdom
	slip into a realm no being would step foot in
	even if you surefooted think you smooth as pudding
	But couldn't live up to the work that I put in 
	Long days, longer nights working with slices,
	I'm like how Emeril with the knife is 
	Loops I'm dicing on a ball like Dyson
	Tube compression on master output setting 
	from lyrics to beats Nel lace tracks with pure perfection.  
	Word

	[Hook]
	
	check it out ya’ll
	Yeah so beautiful
	It’s so beautiful, so beautiful 
	so beautiful 

	[Verse 2: nelwayne] 

	Obama farewells, I hope America fairs well 
	No real consequences for hacks still 
	Libe-reels on Trump’s heels, and can’t get a question in still 
	Struck by the mass appeal the alt-right, conservative 
	support, in light of making America White
	be damned if my taxes spent for a wall i never wanted built
	rather invest in a ark or yet stilts, be above the flood thats spilt
	When it hit the fan, i’m hip shit ain’t no grid for the blip 
	can’t geo tag the kid, slicker than rick flow like a conduit
	beef come with condiments and compliments how I conquered it
	Stay woke on some no-doz shit, stay re-writing the script 
	M. night shamayalan with the pen but ain’t time to pretend 
	Been getting in since two thou-sand -sev-en go pro
	from  AM I was hot as Tampa then, yeah my friend
	I don’t give a chance a grin, flex with the knowledge
	and the thoughts within, consciousness i’m fond of it
	nobody quite like the kid, big body without the kit
	get a grip on the shit that I spit, I bent to strip the mind of the ill intent 
	it’s the developer giving back all the real that you missed
	you know the shit 

	[Hook]

Champion

Rapps On Deck feat. Emellodee

This song is dedicated to my mother Hope, Happy Birthday. I love you.                                                                            
                                                                                                
[Intro]

Turn my headphones up
Turn em’ louder 

[Verse 1] 

Couldn’t be more grateful 
everyday I tell the lord thank you 
To have a woman like you in my life
Navigate me from the wrong to right 
Give me vision when I’ve lost plain sight
Ode to Mom  
you deserve an endless applause 
Been grinding so long
made it look easy 
though times was hard 
You give me hope 

[Chorus]

And it’s as true as they named you 
Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus
Mad credit to Mom Dukes
For holding it down staying true 
it’s in the bloodline and you laced the sound
Wouldn’t be here if wasn’t for the man upstairs
and you Pops too you know it’s true
And you know it’s true
Angel on earth and I gotta thank Jesus
Mad credit to Mom Dukes 

[Verse 2] 

Taught me keep my faith in God 
Walk the streets with my head tall
Keep my future in check 
Word to having my back 
Could never thank you enough for that
You deserve the best
For that, I’m on a fast track 
With success guided through 
the efforts of you saying to adapt
yeah I’m on the map 

[Chorus]

And it’s as true as they named you 
Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus
Mad credit to Mom Dukes
For holding it down staying true 
it’s in the bloodline and you laced the sound
Wouldn’t be here if wasn’t for the man upstairs
and you Pops too you know it’s true

[Verse 3]

I know sometimes I’m stubborn 
Don’t mean to cause trouble 
You know mom I love you 
I owe you the world 
a house in the hills 
4 door garage
A storefront for your business its real 
Whether I sign a deal or do it on my own 
I give credit to where its due and you know 
I’mma hold the fam down 
you showed me the ropes 

[Chorus]

And it’s as true as they named you 
Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus
Mad credit to Mom Dukes
For holding it down staying true 
it’s in the bloodline and you laced the sound
Wouldn’t be here if wasn’t for the man upstairs
and you Pops too you know it’s true
Angel on earth and I gotta thank Jesus
Mad credit to Mom Dukes 
And it’s as true as they named you 
Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus
Mad credit to Mom Dukes
For holding it down 

[Verse 4] 

To my mom Hope Juliette, 
I truly mixed the beat 
this deep how this be 
For the woman whose given more 
Then the world can see 
This feeling bigger than me 
Only the best for my mom
and my family we gon’ ride 
I love you too Pops 
I know sometimes I'm a hard rock 
Adulting is hard but I won’t stop 
I’m with the program 
Goals on a checklist 
I’m not out living life reckless
I’m trying to do the best I can to be endless
Limitless potential I’m gon’ make it 
I’m trying to do the best 
I’m concentrating on being grateful for all things sacred
You give me hope

[Ending chorus]

And as true as they named you 
Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus
Mad credit to Mom Dukes
For holding it down staying true 
it’s in the bloodline and you laced the sound
Yeah you laced the sound
Taught me what I had to know 
You give me hope 
And you give me hope

[Outro] 

You taught me to stay hopeful, not hopeless
Say use my potential 
You give me hope
This goes out to you
Hope Juliette 
My mom, I love you

Hope

The final single from the upcoming project "CHAMPION" 

Lyrics also on Rap Genius 

[Intro]

Trust self over everything else
Trust self, trust self
Over everything else
You know what I mean
You gotta get it on your own
Can't nobody get it for you
I'm in the Red uh

[Chorus]

I'm in the Red y'all
They in the rear uh (it's hot)
I'm in the Red y'all (I'm hot)
They in the rear (it's hot)
I'm so far gone (I'm hot)
They in the rear (it's hot)
I'm in the Red y'all (I'm hot)
I'm in the Red y'all (it's hot)

[Verse 1]

Someone lit my John Wick fuse
Now fucking around I made some tunes
News flash to all of you
I been staying true
You know the motto
Now I’m excommunicado
No worries goodbye birdies
I’m hoping certainly for hurting
So fucking feelings and healings
As Nel making a killing I ain’t repenting
With ink I'm penning until it's printed
On pages - read the scripts while you listen
Hear what I’m dealin’
The realest, I gotta prove it
Could hear the pain in my music
Alone from the blueprint
Old records thru resurrection like Brewers
Art, painting pictures with thoughts
This a mural for walls
Won battles but the war was lost
Most are scarred barely made it alive
So it's Hennessy for the wounds
And all my niggas in tombs
Play the wrong game and lose
Ain’t nothing commas can’t do
In fact, you reap what you sow
Then karma will give you what’s due
Told you I’m a stay on the move
Made - my departure like a bed in the dark
With a lighter to spark, hit the door lit the corridor up
While making my way down it feel like dawn to dusk
Only trust self got keep on my side and lone wolf it
Lyrically keep cooking food for thoughts I’m pushing
Gourmet plates, gold entrees, Chef Ramsey
Some French shit from je m’appelle Nelwayne
He ain’t Bruce he more like Bane (hmm)
I’m just saying, this grown man shit
Let my nuts hang, adult’s acting like kids
And I’m not playing I got real plans
 

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Ain't got time for drama
I wander - for things finer
Money, peace of mind
Sunshine and vagina
Most rappers get signed
For similar rhymes
My mind is mine and my lines is my lines
You ain’t the shit it’s too much crap in the John
Your tapes ain’t the bomb, nothing but a dud
Not armed, can’t blow
Ho you like a wind and a candle
No limit to what I can do, handle wax
I’m ample this the champ laying cats flat
Getting cash back, blow an eighth in a jet
Celebrate away from fakes in the iso I lay
It’s my resurrection, your doomsday
Oh for who am I to keep you awai-t-ing
For your special occasion with satan
Got that zen like patience as your death crept
You a agent caught in the matrix
Full of mad tricks on some fake shit
I’m advanced, you basic
Sit back crack a Millers
I play like Reggie for the Pacers
Ace in the hole statements
Heavyweight champion flow
These niggas is weightless
I paced it till i made placement
You should work pro bono
Your style no-no whoa
Thought that you could hang with Nel
Hell no, I ride beats filling a moat
Peasants attack thrones with stones
My Cannonball Adderley handle emcees
With mad degrees, masterpiece
Now go heat up the grease
I’m bout to feast stick the sword in a beast
Nothing least - Nothing far fetch
Storytellers got swept under the rug
Many niggas got left
You know my mic check
Taking niggas last breath
When I hit this mic and I step
I cause wreck

[Chorus]

[Outro]

The Red

An unreleased track featuring Darby(formally known as Saint Andrews) as part of an upcoming compilation.

Rails Ft. Darby

An unreleased track featuring EMELLODEE and Donnhyze as a part of an upcoming compilation series. 

Check out @EMELLODEE's Soundcloud!

The track speaks of many topics such as love, honesty, self-awareness, and philosophy.

So Deep Ft. EMELLODEE & Donnhyze

[Intro]

(Broken.. and the circle remains unbroken)

It's like a cycle with this shit I swear man
I created a new cycle, one that won't be broken 
Word up, you know it's the developer
Developer method 

[Verse 1]

Pops was right..
On what I don’t do often 
Admiring my flaws 
Build up a wall 
Protect my heart in this war
didn’t wanna fight 
Just wanted to chill on the shore with you boo, 
beauty radiating like Chernobyl
Thoughts like whole foods fresh 
Who can contest with mine 
The ill design for life
Sweeter than Mike and Ikes
Man cause tonights the night 
I'm going out, so what's the fight about? 
Hold your breath, you mumbling as you slept
Over texts, you wept sorry Nel ain't here to deal 
with your emotional debt mine is almost swept
you came to collect, I left with my self-respect 
and now I can reflect, enlightening and brighten 
the whole spectrum, and next em’ 

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Pen penmanship pimp my inking slick
In this race, those on my heels made a mistake 
Nel leaving canvas lit 
Neon nightlife, live through my words 
for these thoughts I emit its bright 
Rhymes I write to give you insight 
Pure white henny shots sliced apricot
Played the game far from a mascot 
Twat, dispatch this like I work in the NOC 
networks drops, who fix that Nel back 
from the field, the technician of ill 
Jamie Lee Curtis blue steel 
with the writtens that peel 
Word, I got you open i’m 7-11 with scoping 
target in lock, my weapon pop 
keep it Liam Neeson that’s non-stop 
and my circle of success live 
No lie, Nel so solar, suns get jealous 
act rebellious trying take my relic 
Don’t even know the envy they had a nigga smelled it 
Dumpster juice lames can’t amount to shit 
Blowing cannabis and be on stage thinking they killing it 
put a fork in it, this contest should’ve forfeit kid
check it circles, circles, circles 
All I’m seeing in your crew is a bunch of urkles 

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

For me it remains unsung nigga 
The hero, Nelwayne bout to dig in em’
Yeah dig em’ a grave, oh behave 
Got the power like Austin 
Stone cold stunning these niggas 
You know who flossing 
Nel with the wordplay 
keep em’ thirsty from Monday to Saturday 
I’m mundane we can’t do it 
the flow fluid, got me in the tap like Brita
huh, you didn’t know I be that nigga 
With writtens and off the free
Niggas don’t get it for free 
You know with me, it’s unlikely 
Them niggas they compare to me 
Ain’t got joints like Spike Lee
Yo I know this shit’s hereditary 
It’s in the bloodline and that should be scary 
Pass it to my seed
You can’t get the will from he
Nelwayne check the steeds 
Niggas trying play they can’t breathe
Got em’ in a chokehold see
You niggas know I’m a brawler 
I’m from Baltimore city 
You know in Charm City just call him 
Like Batman in Gotham 
You nigga see the lights in the sky at the harbor 

[Chorus]

And the circle remains unbroken
Circles (x2) 
And the circle remains unbroken 
Circles (x2)

The Circle

[Intro]

He's here to rock your mind 
ladies and gentlemen it's finally time
Live at the Pleasure Matrix 
From Baltimore please put you hands high
Nelwayne the developer of beats and rhymes

[Verse 1] 

I'm a mack with words 
pads and pens I pimp 
Samples get flipped
Nel back at it again ---- 
Haters grin -- talk shit with glass chins
Mad the styles packed like palladiums
auditoriums and stadiums
who ---- other than he from the subterrerean
noise complaints on Saint Paul 
in a brownstone basement -- For 
discontent at their wack ass event
to fans I provide the cure 
no artifical ingredients or supplements 
black brad cooper flow so limitless 
dilligent in a sense behind the pen 
life sentence bars like Black Dolphin
Translation, treat words like rules I bend
Till I'm whippin a bent 
and the roof in it transulent
put the fam in the hills of hampton 
Done slaving like kunta tell my job I quit 
out of charm city -- scripts of my witt that's writ
screw twelve, trump, hil  lary and the government 
infringe our rights and privacy without consent
never shelving my speech by my words I live
it's out of control at the show
wack on niggas on payroll 
seven on stage only one perform though 
scores low stage presence - so unprofessional 
watch me increase pressure like chole-strol 
for breaking the rules that's cardinal 
I'm back like Arnold 
here to make your stronghold crumble 
oh tho - not before Nel save a Rapuenzal 
I thwart fools, drunk off booze 
On the stage smelling like proof 
newports and vape juice that smell like food
trying go with the flow 
but homie it ain't you
for auditory pleasure Nel got the principles 
I'm gargantuan the rest these fools are miniscule 
Not of yall really realize what my pen will do. 


[Verse 2]

Twists beer caps roll weed sacks
these ill raps --- got the beef like shake shack
and I don't send threats 
I'm trying get this money to stack
Working on this music 9-5 is wack 
In the lab A&W is mixed with the Jack
these beats I box Nel rock a Ali jab 
Stun em' like your first hit off a dab
rack a tab on wack emcees I whup ass
I can't stand music nowadays no substance 
Besides a few who often truant 
my blueprints for the movement 
I'm pursuing -- I'm bound to leave you ruined 
Styles like a fashion runway
up late Jimmy Fallon on tv
Your drive slow like Sunday 
a one-way - through hell's gate
You can't fuck with the wordplay
Ain't nobody out there keepin' em' thirsty
Ain't nobody out there keepin' em' hungry
Cause the styles I got it's food on a plate
Food for thought, niggas can't relate
I'm just trying to tell you this is give or take
Oh, Nelwayne he'll be on his way 
Fresh rhymes for a million days
And all these whack rappers gon' be amazed
It's like, "All shit he back again?"
Awe, that kid is killer with a pad and pen
Awe, who be doing his diddle to dabblin'
Oh shit man, be playing the mandolin
Oh, Oh my god them thoughts I'm channeling 
Emcees out there keep on babbling
Of mad styles, I got thrown like javelins
Oh my god the kid keep rapping
This is just something man, these are my tactics
Awe shit your ass backwards
You can't fuck with me, why you steady procrastin'
Yo just let this shit happening 
You can't rush greatness man just face it
Here to give the game a facelift
Ya'll niggas back to basics
Yeah the Pleasure Matrix

[Outro]

Pleasure Matrix

A demo track from nelwayne.dev and @Vans_Westly unreleased "Quasi Gardens" project

Featuring Chaz Warhol
Produced by nelwayne.dev

Love Eternity Ft. Chaz Warhol (Unreleased Track)

A demo track from nelwayne.dev and @Vans_Westly unreleased "Quasi Gardens" project

Produced by nelwayne.dev

Buttahcup (Unreleased Track)

A track that touches on multiple topics, such as lyricism versus simplicity, life in Baltimore, police brutality, expectations as a society, Generation Y and Z. 

"It's hardcore to be heavily dedicated to something"
"It's hardcore to keep it raw and rugged"
"It's hardcore to be real"
"It's hardcore to stay true to yourself"

Hardcore Lyrics

[Chorus]
 
(Scratches)
 
This is what you waited all year for…
Hardcore straight to make you brothers act stupid…
Hardcore to make the brothers act fool…
Make the brothers act fool…
This is what you waited all year for…
Hardcore straight to make you brothers stupid 
Make you brothers act stupid…
Hardcore to make the brothers act fool…
Straight to make you brothers act stupid…
 
[Verse 1]


Game of chess with checker players
easy meal if you'll pay attention 
just watch and listen
get a glimpse inside of his prism 
inside his bar you imprisoned 
the rhymes are written 
fuck permission - forgiveness 
Nel bout to rip it leaving nothing 
not even fragments, data packets
through this ethical rap hacking
Black hat, black skin, black magic 
Voodoo on cats the way I hexed it 
Don’t sweat the hard raw 
Flame under the spoon, to get high 
it’s a slight chance you’ll die, shoulda stuck to lye 
aka the ganja, shouldn’t have to remind ya
the streets is hardcore, it’s homeless on corners
the d boy’s on one, pop pop cops are called
3 come, two are corrupt, the rookie alone
nigga what’s up, baltimore city police suck 
Trying police us, we needin’ protection 
tax payer stay stressing, Rest in peace
to those who died at the hands of police

[Chorus]   
 
[Verse 2]

Elated, that I was gifted with greatness 
Trying to wrestle Nel 'fore 
They even lace up their Asics 
Back to basics penthouse to basement 
When you think you’ve made 
they find a replacement 
death of one’s ego left a cold case 
cooler than a coors light 12 play 
That’s a girl I know, well what 
Trying playing nelwayne
So I got away call it southwestern 
On tinder still swiping, weighting my options 
millennial concepts, don’t think our gen 
can handle comm fitments, but that ain’t him 
I only need one to make me feel like that one
Jet-Li, cool as barrier reefs or maybe even Gretzky 
Depending the guest see, how hard can I be 
down to the core so it seems get some while it’s hot
fever like Roy Ayers, got more fire than Ohio Players
It’s Nel painting thoughts as landscapes 
my pen stroke like Bob Ross’ paintbrush 
So smooth its plush, roll up a dutch 
for this hardcore far from the soft porn 

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Hardcore minus the Lil Kim 
We ain't the same as them, 
An antonym, other don’t rip it like him 
Touchdown like The Ravens playing in lightning
I’ll leaved em’ enlightened, nothing less than exciting 
of this hard from the core I’m writing 
others suck and blow like Dyson 
Vacuum packed tuned in the worst hues 
Like Trump him his fake news gest 
But guess who’s next, Nel with the real project
it’s hard to deflect a like nuclear warhead
In retrospect, they don’t think I’m a threat
With this real rap

Hardcore

Format

4 Everybody

[Intro]

Your boy is back

Don't get it confused
See I paid mad dues
Sometimes you gotta break the rules
That's what Nel about to do

[Chorus]

Gutter rhymes thru the speaks flowin'
Amps swollen like dirty rodents
Tapes rollin' - blaze potent -
Booths smoking - When I'm done -
Left the mic broken
Can't you tell that I'm reloaded


[Verse 1]

Claiming you rock, your just a hip-hop Mick Jagger
In a 30 second test of ya skill you lack swagger
Angry fans run of the stands with mad daggers
And bypass the plain-clothes assassin who's laughin'
Nel when at full thought is redeemed for actions
Fans show satisfaction
Appreciative for his rapping
Production still dope before and after its mastered
I'm native to the instruments my work is massive
Big dog in the yard - what's a poodle to a mastiff
No father in hip-hop so the kids was a bastard
In fact, probably blue from his jazz collection
Rich decadent elements, large-scale as elephants
Proves why I could chill for a bit and still be relevant
I'm fly by design to impress without the second guess
You a pest, a wingless insect - I bench press
Blow any amp, no time stamp man my art worth salary
Hold my weight like a calorie, girls Kay like Valerie
Voluptuous, assumptions will earn you nothing
Coast to coast bipolar flows keep the global warm
Nuclear holocaust bars stay ready for war


[Chorus]

Gutter rhymes thru the speaks flowin'
Amps swollen like dirty rodents
Tapes rollin' - blaze potent -
Booths smoking
When I'm done left the mic broken
Can't you tell that iI'mreloaded

[Verse 2]

Playmaker, trailblazer trap hater
Make a 808 need a pacemaker
Breaks tight like a large fam
Touch more beats than farmers cropping their land
Some ---- can't withstand my jams
Talk shit with no plans how to stop the man
Took a break just to give them more understanding
A lot of things have changed and it's granted
I gotta do more with this magic
Hold the torch like a blunt, no intentions to pass it
You asses turned to acid soon as I rapped this
Hit the pedal and pass the rest of yall like flatulence
No access for my cloud of excellence to bask in
Lamping like a champ in my own right
I'll DJ in a perfect world in the shadows of midnight
Old oriole ballpark beer in the uber ride
Don't drink and drive alright cause the flow is enough
To register 3 times the legal limit of alc on ya breath
So go and walk the thin line in the confines of rhyme
And soon you'll find in time your bars ain't as clever as mine
Keep hatin'​ cause it only amplifies my shine

[Chorus]

Gutter rhymes thru the speaks flowin'
Amps swollen like dirty rodents
Tapes rollin' blaze potent
Booths smoking - When I'm done
Left the mic broken
Can't you tell that I'm reloaded (3x)
Amps swollen like a bunch of dirty rodents
Rhymes thru the speakers still flowin'
Can't you tell that I'm reloaded
In the booth the tape rollin'

Yeah

Can't you tell that I'm reloaded (4x)

Reloaded

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