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Or Nah (Remix Feat. The Weeknd)

3. N.A.T.E. (Definition Remix - Originally Performed by Blackstar) Written by Nate Ladaga

Intro:
I’d like to welcome everybody to, this thing I like to call Gap Year. Not just the title of the mixtape, but also the point of my life that I’m in. It’s given me a chance to reflect on the last 4 years of my life and I’m just tryin’ to share my experiences. Definitely shout out to BlackStar and Hi-Tek. I guess I’m bout to start it off like this….

Verse 1:
From the start to the end of this/ delivery is heaven sent/ It’s evident/
This clever kid is meddlin’/ I’m on your front porch, better let me in/
I’m off my medicine/ my Ritalin, so now I’m tremblin and stompin in my Timberlands/
Now it’s time this rhyme is at an end...Instead of pickin peppers P. Piper’s pickin my penmanship/
Now while you’re all sitting in awe of my repetitions/
Applaud my inner visions/
Turn off that television/
cuz “N” is for that newest artist to hit the internet/
“A” is for the grade that’s representing my intellect/
“T” is for the time I have, can, and will invest/
“E” is for that drug I have not gotten into yet/ 
or my gas tank cuz I’m feelin a bit into debt/ bet against me I’ve got a feeling imma win this bet/
Now you’re prolly thinkin “Damn Nate are you finished yet?”/ Nah...but gimme time to catch my breath so I can get to going/ hit my flow and/ show em my emotions and my motives/
how I turned rappin out of poems/
It all started back in Holly High when I met these guys who became my best friends, and one day decided to rhyme/
first we had to find a name/ I admit it’s kinda lame/ a clique of cocky pricks then one day that name finally came/
born of spray paint for everyone to see it/ on top of Holly, Michigan look up and you can read it/
It goes!

Chorus:
Check 1,2, it’s Nate The Great from N-W-2/
I came to rock it on to the tip-top/ next alliance in Hip-hop/ Wyyyohhhh
I said check 1,2, Sly Ry and the Philly too/
We came to rock it on to the tip top/ listen up when the beat drops/ Wyyyyohhhh

Verse 2:
Now as I go to attack this rap ish/ effort always like my last ditch/
I am not a half-wit/ and more than and poor kid in the forest with a hatchet/
But, truthfully I’d rather tell a few stories like a book from Gary Paulsen/
And do it ‘til the day a coffin is what I’m carried off in/
This Greg Jennings weight on my back I carry often/
But look at me, despite that I’m barely pausin’/
Spraying caution/ and strikin’ back on scary bosses/
chase em with a hard fist/ until they’re very nauseas/ and barely conscious/
Yeah, I’ve really lost it/ Now, there’s heavy bleedin’ he’s pleadin’ to get him off quick/
Try to catch his guard with an offer to take a large tip/ (Here - phew!)
That was me on my Odd Future, hard ish/ I know it’s nonsense but so is all that time spent/
4 years got a degree without job offers/ at the same time our county suffers job losses/
Now just like the cops are watchin’ mob bosses/ I keep my eyes on the prize I know that God’s watchin’/ 
Cuz writin’ 16s in between working 16 hours a week and 16 credits/
This rent I’ve got to pay is really hurtin’ my debit/
I feel myself foldin’ from the stress but I won’t let/ Now uh,
See these guys are on the rise to be stars/ let me mic check just to tell you who we are/

*Chorus*


N.A.T.E.

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