Nelwayne - Rapps On Deck feat. Emellodee (Audio)

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Check out this very special track off of my upcoming project "Champion"
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
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[Hook]
check it out ya’ll
so beautiful
It’s so beautiful, so beautiful
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 the 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