Nav climbs a rung toward "Dark Lord" status.
Nav may seem like an affable enough gentleman, despite harboring an (arguably) unhealthy obsession with VVs, baddies, and Learjets. Yet during the wee hours, hip-hop's lovable Canuck finds himself dabbling in some truly sinister rituals. Arriving at the mansion, Nav whispers the secret password and proceeds to be ushered into the ceremonial chamber. Rest assured that the ladies have already arrived, and made themselves comfortable amidst a spider-web laden parlor. Nav doesn't seem to mind in the slightest.
A curious serpent decides to slide through, perhaps attracted to the shine of Nav's various diamond chains. In short, the self-professed most hated seems to have fast-tracked his route to "Dark Lord," indulging in hedonistic acts truly befitting of the wayward. Who can come through to fill Nav's dark soul with light? That is, of course, if he wants salvation; the other side seems pretty cool, does it not?