16. Blame Game (Remix of ‘Blame Game’ originally performed by Kanye West and John Legend) - Written by Nate Ladaga and Nick Ladaga

 *Step Brothers Sound Byte*

Verse 1: N8DaGr8
I never thought our relationship would be as hard as this/
Through the fightin’ deceiving and all the arguments/
Until the point where we don’t know why we started it/
Everything was easy but lately it’s just been hard to get/
“Who was wrong?”, is the question that goes in circles now/
I’m so fatigued cuz I constantly try to work it out/
I used to think that you were the best girl in town/
Meant the world to me but now you think that you are worthless, how?/
I guess the worst must take place before glory/
And just depict our relationship as a short story/
You’re my mall owner, tell me what’s in store for me/
I’m low on love could you give a little more for me?/
You’re getting mad at me as if I was cheating on ya/
I’m on this path of destruction and you lead me farther/
You’re eatin’ me up, my feeling’s are what you’re feedin’ off of/
Our sides are  one sided like solo on a teeter-totter/
Go ahead and tell all your friends that Nate’s bad/
Used to have my back, now all you do is take stabs/
These bad decisions must really be hard to take back/
You’ve brought the mayhem like an All-State Ad/ but
“I’m right and you’re wrong”, for now we’ll just keep saying that/
Keep it going back and forth like we have been playing tag/
You played games with me while I was on my throne/
Used to be my queen, now  the King is on his own/
I swear to God that I will never hurt women/
But you brought the Payne, just like Ser Ilyn/
I’m Ned Stark when lose my head/
Used to be both of us, now it’s just you instead/ See 
I wasn’t perfect, I wasn’t worthless/
Why was it you that I was chosen to learn with?/
Is this worth it? That I can’t answer now/
All I know is that neither of us our backin down/
What we lackin’ now? I can’t get back to it/
Tried my best to love you, but I just can’t do it/
Played the blame game with the same dame/
Called me a jerk so much it must be time for a name change/

 *Step Brothers Sound Byte*

Verse 2: Nick Christian

Blame game for sure...

Delicacies of the things that we’re missin’/
Can we move on if a grudge is our mission/
Willing to take the blame, if it gives you strength/
I’ll play the bad guy, while you go get the fame in this phase/
Me and you against the world, the world won/
Clock hit noon and soon you were twirlin’ guns/
What happen to the tag team with our beliefs and plans/
Now you lighten up your stance to fit with the other man/
Hold up, things get blown up/
From the ashes I own up/
Somethin’ brings me back from the blast, now i close shut/
Now I envision all the things you promised/
While you believe all the people who were never fully behind us/
Where are those friends now/
Lost in a binge now/
Stayed true, still, feelings feelin’ that singe now/
I tried to give you everything you wanted so you’d use that ammunition/
To fight off the competition/
Try to break this partition/ 
The vision is breakfast in bed/
Feelings respected, and the whole heart invested/
I can’t tell if you’re the worst or the best thing/
A curse or a blessing/
But this is what I’m asking for/


[Bonus] Blame Game (Feat. Nick Christian)

8. The Night Shift [skit]/ Tale From the E.R. (Goodbye Remix - Originally Performed by Slaughterhouse) - Written by Nate Ladaga

*Convesation between Ryan and Nate*

Chorus:
Goodbye, goodbye, so long farewell, but it’s not the end of the chapter.
Goodbye, goodbye, so long farewell. I’ll see you again in the afterlife.

It’s shockin’ ain’t it? A drunk driver caused all of this/
And in the end, he left a family fatherless/
Verse:
The car finally slides to a stop/ now it’s bottoms up so it lies on its top/
like it or not/  he lies on his side now his life’s about to stop/
He’s prolly thinkin’ why did I not try to stop/ “Oh God why did I not?”/
The truck swervin’ in my lane but why did I not try to stop/ sooner but now he only hopes that his wife will not drop when she hears the news. In the meantime a passin’ bystander gets on the line and notifies the cops...EMS deployed. They fly racin’ time as they try not to stop/ no wasting time as they ride to the spot/ now, sirens blazin’/ with the new patient’s/ fate that they’re chasin’/ how long will it take them?/ to arrive cuz this guy’s life is erasin’/ and it’s also rainin’/ so maybe the rain and his impatience/ made him the next inpatient/ maybe he made speedin’ a habit?/ EMTs thinkin’ that his patience was lackin’ see getting mad at traffic/ leads to a life in the balance/
But what they don’t know is the real story/ pedal still flooring/
the driver of the truck that swerved from his lane was at the wheel snoring/
but headlights woke him up before the collision/ he swerved, but just a second late with his decision/
In his rear-view vision/ catches a glimpse and sees the other car start slippin’/ then flippin’/ he missed him/ After he spin and spun/ he decided to hit and run/ thinkin that “there’s no way I’m going back to prison son”/
Even though the other driver still has a life to live/ 
It’s sad, he was drivin’ home to see his wife and kids/
It’s crazy how life can get/ cuz now he has to fight to live/
As the ambulance speeds to the ER, they call ahead with the details/
MVC unconscious unresponsive bleedin’ out mid-40s male/ 
With fractures, lacerations, please be prepared/ cuz in about 5 minutes we will be there/ so…
The trauma team’s outside when EMS arrives/ they’re surprised/ he’s still alive/ and quick to rush him inside to Trauma 1 to decide if this guy will live or die/
Inside the hospital, it seems impossible, they can’t believe their optical, faced with a new obstacle/ cuz
While inside his heart stops...he’s coding and startin’ to lose the grip on the life that he’s holdin’/
In come more doctors, nurses, the techs are next in/
To get his heart to beat they’re pumpin’ him with epinephrine/
Resume compressions/ so now they’re compressin’ his chest in to keep a rhythm/
While still tryin’ to pump some breaths in/ No luck. Flat line. Only thing left to check is/
How many more breaths they let in until they call it? And wait for God to step in/
But no message/ he’s gone and lyin’ unresponsive/
His family was in the waitin’ room and now they want in, they walk in, and can’t believe it,
Like they were watchin’ a magic show/
Wife hits the floor, screams, lets out a tragic moan/
pleadin’ to her husband yellin’ “Why did you have to go?”/
The eldest son looks down and begins to soothe the daughter/
He never thought in a million years that he would lose his father/ and
While he’s wishin’ that his pops had made it/
The cops brought a patient in for alcohol intoxication/
“Swervin’ on the road in his truck” is what the cops were saying/
Shockin’ ain’t it?/ A drunk driver caused all of this/ and in the end he left a family fatherless/

*Chours*
Goodbye, goodbye, so long farewell, but it’s not the end of the chapter.
Goodbye, goodbye, so long farewell. I’ll see you again in the afterlife.
I’ll see you again in the afterlife, someday in heaven we will reunite, the flesh disappears but the soul survives. Til next time my friend, farewell, goodbye.


The Night Shift [skit]/ Tale from the E.R.

7. I Need a Dollar (Remix)  - F/ The Philly Phenom & Sly Ry - Written by Nate Ladaga, Nick Ladaga, and Ryan Mathews

*Dumb and Dumber sound byte*
 
Chorus:
Well I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what I need (hey hey) X3
And if I share with you my story will you share your dollar with me?
 
Verse 1: N8DaGr8
Gather round kids I'll tell you how college is/
You think the party scenes are the dreams of a college kid/
But listen up the added debt stress seems often missed/
It's hard as this, and a dollar always seems hard to get/
School, work, and parties try to deal with all of it/
Gotta hit the lotto quick/ Things I can't afford to get/
Another broken promise for a scholarship/ leaving dollar tips/
Prayin' to God above I'm just hopin' that he holla quick/
With this pressure some resort to loadin' hollow tips/
Seems to be a trend but I'll never ever follow it/
Time to be a grown man stop actin' childish/
Make the right decisions so the children can model it/
Never stop or quit, even when you're hit hard/
Clip out all those coupons, use up all them gift cards/
Make like Agent 86, cuz it's time to Get Smart/
Livin' in Michigan you better get your Bridge Card/
Is this how it's supposed to be?/ Dollars never close to me/
I hope I get enough just to pay for all my groceries/
I'm envious of those governin' the govenment/
Dollars they get tons of it, while I'm gettin' none of it/
 
Chorus

 
Verse 2: Nick Christian
I pray to the mighty father that I find a dollar/
So I get my ashes and make a cross with the holy water/
It’s even harder when I break bread to make rent/
Cuz all my wants and needs will never come to an end/
So now I’m currently searching for currency/
I know that all this hard work and sweat will eventually murder me/
So every single day I fight on, I wish I had Ben Frank to keep my lights on/
Yo, I always tell myself “next month I’ll get ahead”/
But since I’m in college all these bills start pilin’ in/
Got to keep my chin up like a weight lifter/
If wealth is meant to be then I’ll get to fate quicker/
High rolling spending, Bentleys, all I need is for someone to lend me some twenties/
Just a couple dollars is what I need most/
So I end every day with a Father, Son, Holy Ghost/ Amen

*Chours* 
Verse 3: Sly Ry
Pen locked in my right, G-shock on my left/
Fashion on my mind but let's see what's next/
Before we jump to conclusions, let's ignore the collusion/
And admire yourself for the choosin’ for the choosin/
Reach for your dreams or steer clear of them illusions/
Strive to be you and go after what's been proven/
Middle class privileges but some high class pressure/
Sitting through these classrooms, listening to these lectures/
Bet your ass that I'm just here to get my dollar though/
Forget being a scholar bro/ I need that PhD in makin' money-nomics/
Or I'm takin' dummies hostage/ Just to get my knots thick/ HA! I've lost it/
Not worryin' about what the cost is/ But miss can you tell me where Lacoste is?/
Ha where Lacoste is? Yeah you know who Ricky Ross is/
But Sly Ry is that real boss, b*tch!
 
*Chorus*

*Dumb and Dumber sound byte* 


I Need A Dollar (Feat. Nick Christian & Sly Ry)

6. Student Life - Written and Produced by Nate Ladaga

This one is for the students. The good. The bad. You know who you are. This is how I break it down.

Verse 1:
Verse one is for the freshman on a new campus/
Makin’ new friends and formin’ new habits/
Walkin’ round campus, lookin’ for their classes/
They got their maps out, now everybody’s laughin’/
Cuz their stickin’ out like a sore thumb/  
Guys with the smurk  on, all day tryin’ to score some/
Better for a rich guys rather than a poor one/
But if you’ve got no game, you’re gonna score none/
Now the girls always gettin’ preyed on/
All got the little pink mace keychain on/
Stop dressin’ like you ain’t tryin to stay warm/
In your booty shorts we see you’ve got that lace on/
Now their pressured into rushin’ Greek Life/
Booze, girls, and friends and you never have to think twice/
Unlimited meal plan really seems nice/
Then you gain weight cuz you never learned to eat right/
Also didn’t learn how to save money/
High school was a breeze, never did study/
At a frat party thinkin’, “Damn I’m wasted”
Forgot about my morning examination/
So...


Chous:
This is that life of a new kid/
This is that life of a good kid/
This is that life of a nuisance/
Any way you put it it’s the life of a student/

This is that life of a new kid/
This is that life of a good kid/
This is that life of a nuisance/
Any way you put it it’s the life of a student/

Life as an underclassman?/
Life as an upperclassman?/
And all, the other classman/
Don’t know how it goes, well this is what happens/

Verse 2:
Now, Verse 2 is for those with a nose in the book/
Learning chemistry and which potions to cook/
Doin’ all this from their parent’s vision/
Don’t realize how much they are missin’/
Scared to make friends, scared to make enemies/
Either way you’re gonna make memories/
Always freakin’ out for the next exam/
But missin’ the whole message, damn/
Wanna go out, and just celebrate/
Somethin’ in your head, makes you hesitate/
This can’t be it, there must be a better way/
Worried if this will boost my resume/
On the flip side, what about the other kids?/
Don’t care what their daddy of mother gives/
Walk around town with the money they flaunt/
Wastin’ it on any damn thing they want/
Try to look cool like it’s a contest/
“Need expensive things” is the mindset/
Couldn’t care less if this builds my debt/
“Gotta live in that new apartment complex”/
Only talk to girls that are the drunkest/
Every party look for a new girl to bunk with/
Then the morning after thinkin’ talk is lame/
Get on out and start your walk of shame/ cuz

*Chorus*

Verse 3 is for the students just like me/
Some say it’s weird, tell me what you think/
Seems like my freshman year was weak/
Cuz I waited til my sophomore year to drink/
I never blacked out, and I never did drugs/
Never fist fought but I did give hugs/
Never hooked up with a one night stand/
Well, I missed out on that one night, damn/
She was a girl that I really had a crush on/
Really really liked, and wanted to get my touch on/
Asked me to come to her place and stay over/
But she was drunk, and I was sober/ So 
I didn’t do it, but I don’t regret it/
Lead by example, and someone gotta set it/
Never was the kid with tons of friends/
But hey, great friends had a bunch of them/
I had a job, and never skipped lecture/
Paid my own rent and never missed tests/ or
exams. Never got less than a B/
Helped my friends and gave lessons for free/
In a nutshell, that’s pretty much me/
Got any doubts thinkin’ “will he succeed?”/
Up to this point I’ve been pretty lucky/
Feelin’ like no one here can touch me/
This the life I chose to live/
Student Life I will always hold it in/
Now every night when I close my lids/
Won’t worry bout the person I’ll show my kids/
This the life I chose to live/
Student Life I will always hold it in/
Now every night when I close my lids/
Won’t worry bout the person I’ll show my kids/


Student Life [Prod. N8DaGr8]

5. House Party - W/ The Philly Phenom & Kevy Wevy - Written by Nate Ladaga, Nick Ladaga, and Kevin Long

MT Flake: You know!!!
Kevy Wevy: Who who who it's the Fleeeeet! Who who who...
N8DaGr8: It's the Fleet!
Kevy Wevy: You thought we were long gone, obsolete, but little did you know we're still the hottest on the street!
 
Chorus: N8DaGr8 
Welcome to my House Party!
It ain’t much, but got enough of the stuff for you to fill up your cup, let’s go nuts
This is my House Party!
you better drink and fill it up, cuz the thought of us just small talkin’ is bad enough/
This is my House Party!
And if you can’t dance you better leave, prolly fit in better dancing at that frat across the street/
This is my House Party!
And when it comes time to go, I’ll be waiting for you text to just blow up my phone
This is my House Party!

Verse 1:
Looking for a party where I can get my boogie on/
Even if I’m in my sweatpants and got a hoodie on/
Pregaming in my house while I’m playin’ Xbox/
Then I get a text about a party on the next block/
6 beers down feelin’ like a good level’s met/
But take three shots, back-to-back, just for the hell of it/
We hit the block kickin’ over trash cans and such/
Then trashtalkin’ any group of guys that’s passin’ us/
I’m feeling cocky there’s a girl I wanna holla at/
Shoutin’ pick-up lines hopin’ she looks at me and hollas back/
But no reply I’m pissed, and nobody’s as loud as me/
Then we turn the corner to see the party halfway down the street/
Step on the porch tellin’ everyone to clear back/
Then my boy turns to me and asks, “Where’s the beer at?”/
Lookin’ through the house, in search for the keg/
Feelin’ dizzy, but amazed how liquor works on my head/
Too many people in the house, can’t move, now my feet hurt/
This guy in front of me just spilled beer on my t-shirt/ (t-sheeeeart)
Lookin’ like a fool, cheesin’ while he flirts/
But the girl he’s dancin’ with is textin while she twerks/
Small talk’s lame, I don’t care what you’re sayin’ kid/
Couldn’t care less what you study or what you majored in/
This party sucks, let’s find one that’s rockin’/
Plus Nick, Nate, and Kev are in town, let’s get it poppin’/ (Awwwww yeahh)

*Chorus*

Verse 2: Philly Phenom

Steppin' on the scene and I'm givin' out problems/
Girl on your side and I might have to rob her/
Poppin', lockin', now your girl droppin’/
Make your heads go up like it's Rock-em-sock-em/
Oooo they gettin' nervous, bet they wanna work this/
Just a normal dude and she just wants to worship/
Now I feel the tension, dudes get defensive/
I guess it’s just a habit when I grab your girl’s attention/
Now I hit the Dougie and your future’s lookin’ bleak/
Cuz now I got you lookin’ down like you’re in +de-feat+/
Girls fiendin’ for me, got her ready to leave/
I got the finger and the thumb up yellin' WEEDEEEP!/


Verse 2: N8DaGr8
Yup yellin weedeep/ is what we repeat/ when we see the Fleet/ see we the bee’s knees/
Rollin’ on this track in a street sweep/ rollin down the street in a caravan, yup we deep/
In the game we are knee deep/ see…
I’m with the hottest nine/ always with them hottest dimes/ every time I jot a rhyme/
Nate is known for shockin’ minds/ time to make them dollar signs/ 
or slap you with the truth, so it’s time for you to face facts/
N-dub-2 will lace tracks/ even if we’re laid back/ (where’s the bank at?)
But for now it’s the Fleet featuring Nate The Great/ think it’s safe to say/ that soon we’ll be makin’ bank/ make the major paycheck/
and scream “+Doe!+” like Homer forgot to pay rent/

*Chorus*

Verse 3: Kevy Wevy

The Fleet's Kevy Wevy you know who the best be/
Get your tickets to Golden Willy Wonka Nestle/
I steal the show best arrest me/ and I'm no quiz so don't test me/
I got my windows down, speakers up, in my GXP/
On the mic I'm a king, this track I'm molesting/
Racin' on the track, leadin' the pack Andretti/
All inclusive resorts, caribbean beaches I'm resting/
I'm spendin' stacks day-to-day but I'm still investing/
Married to one but more like two when she lays the law/
So it's like every night I'll be having a menage a trois /
You're in my world now Grandma!/
You're just a bunch of stuffed animals, I'm the mother **** claw/
Saved by the Fleet and N-dub-2 and I’m your AC Slater/
Undressin’ girls like Datsyuk, I lay the meat you’d think I cater/
I’m a backwards defibrillator, I’ll shock you but to death, yeah I’m great but I’ll make great greater/
So let’s let the haters hate I weedeep and just suh ya/
I’d say you’d get smoked but no joke I will cook ya/
And after the roast, the hospital’s where they took ya/
You woken up by choke cuz I’m in charge of what you’re hooked to/


House Party (Feat. Philly Phenom & Kevy Wevy)

4. The Art of Procrastination [Skit] - Written by Nate Ladaga

*Features the song “Cupid’s Arrow” by Nick Ladaga*

The Art of Procrastination [skit]

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.

2. Acceptance Letter (SpottieOttie Remix - Originally Performed by Outkast) - Written by Nate Ladaga

N8DaGr8: Can I get a drum roll, please?.......Thanks!

*Voicemail Sound bytes*

Message 1 - Dad: Hey Tay Tay, it’s Lindsey, Lindsey Hunter. You know who I am. Gimme a call when you have a chance. Good luck on your game tonight. Hope you score at least 20 points. Talk to me later. Later dude. Bye!

Message 2 - Dad: Hey Nate the Great, it’s your Dad...the best. Gimme a call when you can. Later.

Message 3 - Nick: Waddup Nate. It’s Nick. Just chillin at Bub’s house. Yup we’re bumpin the N-dub-2 at the party...aaaaand the people are lovin’ it.

Verse 1:

See, this is the type of instrumental that I wished more people would write music to/
Instead, we’ve got these chicks and dudes/
who get consumed/ then get confused/ when they listen to/
the dang radio…./ I’m not calling anyone a shady ho/ and as the saying goes/
when life’s moving this fast, it’s best that sometimes we just play it slow/
Start laying low/ cuz with 4 more years to go/
there’s plenty of time for us to go ahead and pay-it-fo’ward/ 
You serious?
Word.
Word?
Word.

This is one of the greatest instrumentals ever created. And it’s not one that you just wanna rap over. It’s one that just makes you wanna say somethin’. This goes for the rest of the mixtape I used some of my favorite songs, remixed them, and tried to put my own spin on them. So I implore you to go listen to those originals after you listen to this mixtape.

Verse 2:
Now, as the plot thickens, my thoughts quicken/
caught up tripping on student loan debt/ so I can’t think about the car I don’t even own yet/
I tell myself “Don’t fret” see/ but time is all it takes for me to go ahead and forget/
So let’s take it back, rewind just for a quick lesson/
I’ll tell you guys about day one of my freshman orientation/
See, the first guys I met, I struck up a basic conversation, right?/
He said his name was ‘Mike’, but then he rattled off his GPA, his ACT, and his other high school credentials/
I mention that because it’s funny how some people let themselves become defined by numbers/
when I’d rather remember/ the late nights and party slumbers/
great flights and hardy summers/
date nights and yeah, even all the blunders/
It’s also funny cuz when you’re at college man everybody changes/
Guys have no morals, people who never drank in high school are the hardest partiers, and ladies throw up the dang chicken wing kickstand arm in every single photo. I’m like ladies you don’t look unique you look like everybody else so just cool it with the kickstand arm.
Anyway guys when you listen to this mixtape, just check the lessons/
And if you listen you may discover that our experiences aren’t so different/

Now let that sink in for a bit, just kick back. I hope you guys enjoy this music. So, welcome to Gap Year…


Acceptance Letter (Intro)

1. The Interview [Skit] - Written by Nate Ladaga and Ryan Mathews

*Interview between Nate and Dr. Rhombus*

The Interview [skit] (Feat. Dr. Rhombus)

18. Hellbound (Remix of ‘Hellbound’ originally performed by Eminem, J Black, and Masta Ace) - Written by Nate Ladaga, Ryan Mathews, and Nick Ladaga

Verse 1: Nick Christian
Kids thinkin’ they the man, I’m killin’ robins/
Sent from divine, Achilles without the achilles problems/
Legendary, like who gon’ stop ‘em?/
Hit you with an Ali jab then come over top wit one/
A solo army and I’m stormin’ castles/
Takin’ out more than Normandy with these handles/
These midgets I trample, got digits by the handful/
While you lame’s give into all these forbidden apples/
Don’t get it twisted cuz Nick’s a Mack Pro/
Gettin’ more “x” and “o’s” than tic-tac-toe/
Too fast though, these move can’t hit me/
This man is pretty, that’s why all these girls dig me/
I cook ‘em, when I’m in my boss persona/
Cross over to the dark side when I cross over/
I’m the greatest, you will catch up eventually/
Since ‘91 I’ve been the one this destiny is meant to be/
The main attraction when the stage is set/
Been on a quest for respect and to always be the best/
I’m a bad man, my soul’s neglected/
Back hand Hades now move on to the next kid/

Chorus (x2):
I see the light at the end/
but everytime i take a step it gets dim/
tell me is this hell we are living in?/
if so, heaven’s gotta be better /
but if we’re hellbound whatever let’s go down/

Verse 2: Sly Ry, The Villain
it's sly Ry the villain
I've been here before
I'll be here again
So let me begin
I think of way back then/
I mean way back when/
Back when I was just a boy at the tender age of ten/
I read every single comic book/
I knew success, and how it looked/
A manor and some gadgets/
Nocturnal habits/
Martial art tactics and/
A wallet that's the fattest/
But fuck it, I'm the baddest/
Turnin' heel, but not just for the hell of it/
Labeled a degenerate, takin' bumps and sellin' it/
Triple entendre, but only if ya knew me/
Sly Ry the Villain, groupies find the flow groovy/
Slick tongue, chalk-full wisdom/
Subjected to the system, but never been in prison/
That I couldn't hatch a plan to find my way out/

Chorus (x2)

Verse 3: N8DaGr8

I’m just a bad apple that fell from the forbidden tree/
With a party in my pants where all the broads get in free/
But since then I’ve been gettin’ sores that are gettin’ green/
Rippin’ spleens when I get between, gettin’ head like I’ve got my own guillotine/
I’m a nightmare but it seems that I just keep livin’ dreams/
Runnin’ through my competition like that boxer from the Philippines/
Listen G, you wanna mess with me?/
They call me Mr. Untouchable, you feelin’ me?/ Nah
But if you will agree you will see/
I’m an American Psycho that’ll bait men into a killing spree/
Hidin’ dead bodies like a rabbit at a magic show/
Wrapping hoes in plastic hose, snapping toes then crack their nose/
You slow, so how can you be fantastic/
Drop the A-N-T-I-C-S you see the way that I can spit/
So now, I’m hittin’ you with a couple rhymes/
Spit ‘em back to you while I’m double timin’/
This time I’ll have you runnin’ back to momma/
Cuz me and my crew’s a bunch of rumblin’ monsters/
Mumbling montras/ of double entendres/
Soon as we start guzzlin’ contraceptives/
Now we’re doublin’ down cuz Hell is where we’re tumblin’ down to/
See Hell is where we’re bound to/ soon as we hit the sound booth/

Chorus (x2)


[Bonus] Hellbound (Feat. Nick Christian & Sly Ry, The Villain)

“Guess What?” (Ballad of the Black Gold - Freestyle)

Okay X4
So, my name is Nate and I'd like to say…first off
Hi Mom! and for my classmates - Hi COM!

I guess I'm back at it/ like an asthmatics/ bad habit/
Of smokin' crack, dagnabbit/

Okay real quick though, lemme just hit this chorus...
Uh 1-2 uh 1-2

Last time I was on a track said I wouldn’t be back/
But guess what x2/
Last time I was on a track said I wouldn't be back/
but...but...I am back/ so ladies grab your handbags/
fellas let your pants sag/ because I am back/

I could've started this a couple of ways/
The last couple of days/ Feel like I'm stuck in a daze/
Nothin' to say/ I'm stuck on this page/
Deep inside this course pack/
In anatomy lab stuck staring at a corpse's back/
We call them “loved ones” since they made a sacrifice/
And in the afterlife/ enabled med students to practice right/
What a decision/ envision a vivid mission/
When the livin' isn't livin'/ they give to gifted physicians/ damn...
In all honesty our life is horribly boring/
Study, then study more 'til four in the mornin'/
Take a test on Monday mornin'/ then later that night,
Best believe we hit the floor and/ the next day, we're taking more in/
It's important (It's important)
To break up that monotony/
Feels like I can't stop to breathe/
But none of that is stoppin' me/ from
Playin' ball, or hangin' with the homies/
Or text a sweet girl, max out on my emojies/
"80% relationships end" is what they told me/
Feelin' kinda lonely/ look for anyone to hold me/ now if only/
I knew then, what I knew now/
Would I have done the same thing, or go a new route?/
Who knows, huh?/ Now I've got a new persona/
Future Doc Ladaga/ hot like a pot of lava/
Who's gotta drop a lot of/ knowledge all up on ya/
This is my audition for a Fee Hall Folly/
Comin' at you with the speed of a free fallin' body/ Yup!
I'm Nate the Great, I'm that person to watch/
Once they heard I'm on top/
They came to murder my spot/
And generated fake hate like I'm a Ferguson cop/


*I DO NOT own rights to the instrumental taken from Reflection Eternal's "Ballad of the Black Gold"

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