First single of the upcoming album "Champion" 
Produced by nelwayne.dev

Truly Yours

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

The latest single off of "Champion" 

The track speaks of how people close to you assume how when communicate falls short, how they think you've cut them off. When in reality sometimes you just need time to gather your thoughts. 

The track makes countless references to how my life is currently, many IT (information technology)career references relate to my personal life.

LYRICS (also on rap genius) 

[Intro: Goldie... from The Mack] 

Now we can settle this like you got some class or we can get into some gangsta shit 

[chorus]

No more silly shit up on my mind now
Took a couple weeks just to wind down 
Now they blowin’ up my cell 
Like what the hell Yeah - so you’re alive?
Hell yeah baby I’m alive 
took a little time just to clear my mind 
Hell yeah nigga I'm alive 
Grass ain’t always greener on the other side

[verse 1]

Patch the hole in it,
Or air out like all madden
Aaron Hernandez with the cannon 
Verbal hyperbole I’m just ventin’ 
You yet to feel the heat
wave - dominos degrees 
come cloaked like assassin creed 
give you what you need 
or take you from the scene 
Burn this shit like Nero 
Deep down inside love on a hard drive
she mirror me like raid 1
virtualized it - max out my ram chips 
hopeless romantic on the titanic 
heart cold as a iceberg as I hold on stranded
Jimmy cracks corn,
Nel don’t give a fuck bout these crops planted 
‘less it's a seed of my own labor 
Tell me what's greater, knowing I was bred
to breathe flavors, turn pages, fuck that open a new book 
on the ages, these aint Stan Smiths baby they Rod Lavers 
The boots is Clarks and Dr. Martens Mount Vernon 
honest, some pretentious, some pompous 
lackin’ moral compass then ask nel don’t make it awkward
those that insist will never conquer my verbal gauntlet 
or harlot never touch the heart of a artist
former comments lie dormant more brewing
all that hatred for me got you lying under ruins
Nel been classical my music coming in movements (word) 

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Churning butter when it come it beats
To hear me spit yeah its worth the seats
suave design a massage for the mind 
The same one who supplied with the beats got the rhyme
my writing leave ghost so please don’t provoke the beast boy 
titan no teen toy what with I deploy end of story 
mics is checked and your neck where the cord be
courtesy of a real emcee, play chess I drive thru 
on them checker wantin' ass niggas, it figures 
they asked for Big Buford, gave em’ clips while the music 
booming, verbal murder first degree, its the original 
hip hop tech analytical, nelwayne the developer 
fresh material’s copious, make Yoda say dope he is 
indie with mine anachronic outta my time
no need to get signed, rugged and raw
everytime you see me better than before 
the new and improved (Nel)

[chorus]

Yeah
Yah uh huh

No more silly shit up on my mind now
Took a couple weeks just to wind down
Now they blowin' up my cell

Alive

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]

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