Name: 1up Funk - VPC Round 0 Big Spender Remix by 1up Funk in Best R 0's
Duration: 3 min 3 s
Description: A Sick Remix of the ASAP Rocky track Big Spender. Hooky and Arson Jumping off of Goobas and Oompa Loopma mumble rams!

Best R 0's

Hit up Ryako for a vibe
She was like "Bet". Yo she got me
What a time to be alive
Every week been feeling shocking
Look it’s Kadesh. I'm in stride
With that style that you cannot copy
Everything I make is hard
Hidetaka Miyazaki

Look If your soul’s growing dark
from the trauma of the moment
I can’t blame you. It’s been hard
I went from playing studio gigs 
hit these shows ya boy was rising
Grinding carried by emotion
I’d just glow like moisturizing
After clarifying lotion

Felt so close to boasting how
I had been married with devotion
To the process always daring to keep focus
(triplets)

Now it’s all broken
Financial security from my art
Was something I had finally gripped and was holding
Grinding relentlessly seemed to be paying off
All opportunities seemed to be golden


I handled everything in my umbrella 
But this was above me. I couldn’t control it
Government failure. The death had me hopeless
Couldn’t get out of my bed I was moaning
Had to reach into the depths of me
My ambition runs deep like abyss of the ocean
Fight through the pain
And the anger and dread
Took all that I had to keep vision in motion


Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody


Hasn’t been that long
But it seems like it’s been forever
So many bonds I’ve had to sever
Just to could keep my mind at peace

People swear that I’m strong
Talented, brilliant, clever
That I don’t fold under pressure
But I’m so close
So close


The last year has been a course on deep breathing
Therapy sessions and holistic reading
Random investments and incessant grieving
Attempting to smile when your heart is bleeding

All social timelines would rip you to pieces
Friends turned to cultists who pledge blind allegiance
Having to settle for lesser 
With hopes I have time to save up, pack my bags and just leave it

All behind
I don’t know how to stop the sense
That we’re destined for imminent apocalypse

At least for yours and mine
Unless I end up hopping ship
And starting all over on different continents

I need to say goodbye
But what if I don’t got the chips
Get stuck in the fire cuz of the cost of it
Terrified that my future is second fiddle to popping clips
War against people I used to be rocking with
Gotta Dip


Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Hasn’t been that long
But it seems like it’s been forever
So many bonds I’ve had to sever
Just to could keep my mind at peace


People swear that I’m strong
Talented, brilliant, clever
That I don’t fold under pressure
But I’m so close
So close

VPC 7 Round 0

DeshKo [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Check In

Fandom: Persona 5
Character: Futaba Sakura

v1.
back once again in my oversize glasses
headset locked on straight to hackin
long red hair, kicked back relaxin
tetris shirt, all pieces matchin

runnin these streets by pushin these keys
packets attack in lightning speed
passwords crackin, whippin like cream
ali baba's back bitch, 40 thieves

don't front badass at the back of the team
level up, ding gratz, navigate supreme
analyze, last surprise, so weak in the knees
back up in the skies, necronomicon beam

no trash mob slob can step to me
cuz medjed's dead, shit's so last week
i skip no trace, jump rope with ease
hopscotch hotsauce on ya bot armies

ch.
i can ya take heart
without takin a step
outside of my room
cause i'm fresh to death

v2.
internets goin nuts for jokes, huh?
that's how you know I roll wit joker
hacks so deep, ichiban broker
don't go outside 'cause that's a no sir

back from the dead, i'm a blast from the blast
like a bolt from the blue, i'm a take off my mask
i'm a ghost, i'm a phantom, kickin some ass
i'm a rise from my room, from my tomb, bring it back

i cut 'em no slack, run a tight ship
stats so stacked o.p. wit drip
crew so racked and well equipped 
that heads get turned and tables flipped

heads will roll cause stakes is high
so exit trolls this is goodbye
i'm free as a bird, i'm a give 'em the slip
i'm a make like tree, lettuce leaf, i'm a dip

VPC 7 Round 1

Thot Team Epic [Nursehella, Ultraklystron] - Oracle

Fandom: Disenchantment
Character: Dagmar

All the lives that you took and the friends that you’d lose (repeat)

Oh Bean, my drunk dueling darling  
From a terror of a toddler   a Dreamland Starling
With an elf and a darkling, while I’m held like a carving
I can tell that our parting,  like Adele left you starving

For love, just searching for someone like you
Hello, of course it’s your mother you choose
All the lives you took and the friends you lose
And the lies mistook and loose ends confused

Dagmar is here for you, Dreamland or In Maru
A Queen and her kin of two, three, last a tad askew
Please ask the question few, brief task we ask of you
Wear this and keep a truce, dress and a hat with screws

Well it’s more of a crown
You hated being royalty but debts are inbound
Betraying deepest Loyalty is thread in our gowns
So gussy up or go below to meet your friend aground

Meet me in your dreams dear
-Not a Matron more a Matriarch
I’m lurking around
-No mistaking me for fainting lark
There’s nothing for you here
-Shaking Sheep when they hear my snarl
Meet me underground
-Quaking beats in that stubborn heart


Trajectory Euclidian, when I arrive, Oblivian
The king would cry ascidian, and rebound with amphibian
Queen? No, seems a bit more Floridian
Glad that scurvy salamander is off  to prime meridian

Was a prize at nineteen, no buck-teeth daughter
Shoulda listened to Selene, hide your fucking father
If he had only sipped the cup, I’d reach the unachievable
But with a child’s joke, it was mine to choke, inconceivable

The murderess of merkimer, if cursed or blessed you sure differ 
A turning guess to nurturer, so learn-ed best this purjerer
That this recess from burning her, might find you less concerned and sure
I am impressed but please demure, a future test will lurk further along

And drive you mad with a twinkling song
Like your father’s mind, honking and gone 
Fires burning for you and your throng
Guess I’ll save you for now, you belong

To me…


Meet me in your dreams dear
-Not a Matron more a Matriarch
I’m lurking around
-No mistaking me for fainting lark
There’s nothing for you here
-Shaking Sheep when they hear my snarl
Meet me underground
-Quaking beats in that stubborn heart

X2

Perstrami Persona [Steve Perry, Zilla Persona] - Mother Knows Best

Fandom: Fate//Zero

Pose a question to a splinted mirror, what is honor?
Roses on war’s coffers, blinding irony of justice not lost on her
On the other hand, I can raise a nation with my fellow man
Martydom’s scam ain’t the plan, not fallin’ for glory’s grim temptation
I want to save every life I can, without discrimination
Superheroes never seem to have the foresight to remove sights
Erectin’ vicious cycles, baitin’ me to it’s bloody current, and I’ll bite


I need to get stronger, honor the promise to her by that ol’ river
Cut, clipped, ran on repeat in a mind timed by my heartbeat’s valor
Angered by failure, not gonna turn tail, can’t turn tail, I ain’t hear no bell
Never abandon my ideals, curdling cry I’d feel, be still my beating heart you must steel


To rectify atrocities that pile the bodies on my lonely shoulders (so small)
Kill to stand righteous above the misplaced sins of my holy father (so small)
Every bump on the grip, every click of the hammer’s backward trip, with smoky scent of gunpowder
Every inch of the blade, spilled innocence stained on my face, but my aim can’t falter
Please tell me I did some good, ‘cause this failure doesn’t feel like honor


Hail to the warrior’s honor's benefactor, the good ol’ mighty dollar
Erase my face from the memory of the world when my use is up, I’m used to it, I do it enough
Razed a nation of my fellow man, maternal mentor ain’t safe from the safeguard plan
Over a means to an end that seems to defend dissonance that screams to pretend
Every life in front of me can be saved until they’re deserving of the business end
Sins keep stackin’ the jenga tower of my moral compass, I’ll take ‘em all on for this psuedo-righteous crisis


Artoria, naivete is hearing ya, with hypocrisy smeared and dripping all over ya
Recognition of the emancipation of completing fate’s equation should be met with jubilation, right?
Entertain the ideals of children, romanticize the silent answers from a war that wasn’t even my fight


Nail me to the cost, I birthed Eve as an empath to clear the path of salvation by my righteous wrath
All this sounding contradictory right? That’s how you sound pondering contracted victory’s plight
Ideals at a head, deals to get ahead, feels like you got me read, but my resolve is steeled so hard, my heart is dead (STOP)
Von Einsbern stuck her neck out and I loved her, look at these palms, look where that got her


Every action in reactive fashion plays into the chessboard I piecemealed with souls hanging from a buttstock’s mariannette 
Kids, women, men caught in my net form the mare free from the notion that I was sworn to protect
I don’t know how to save anyone, I can’t save anyone, soul and mind can never connect
Death directs the tragedy of honor’s scam, and front row, center, and alone, here I am


In the full moon's rise filling my sullen eyes
Life's just a crazy bag of marbles, I've come to realize 
Some marbles are rare, some are fun, some kidnap kiddy marbles for gifts
Some marbles cracked, some I shattered, some marbles reaped a death less swift
Or a marble is handicapped, strapped down with their family marbles kidnapped for bait
And you kill those marbles as a stop-gap as they watch their marble suffocate at the stake
Marble morality ain't binary, but the memory of these marbles just hurt me
All I wanted was to save every marble in front of me


HOOK
Every sacrifice in the name of holy honor
Martyrs dance the tune of the rich man's slaughter
Idle hands dole grand destruction
As witness to your wars' seduction

Optimistic Nihilists [Jay Ogier, Voltaire Slapadelic] - Marbles

Fandom: Bob's Burgers
Character: Gene

Smiles times from your brother in a burger suit
No formal training but a banger what I'm bringing you
We  Playing in the hallway and I'm taking commissions
we Slaying every sunday, more relatable Simpsons
Your Head spins when I'm dressing up like queen latifah 
we can always make it sweeter, mom’s got candy in the freezer
when the guests come in DROP a beat and make em go wild
Best friend Ken jumping all up in the freestyle
I'll stay with geoffrey, I don't wanna grow up
Ask my mom to come and get me if I pee on this rug
home alone and I’ve been pacing, I’ve been facing my fears
the only one inside my home who’s never hiding his ears
And I’ve been begging for a snack like I’ve been begging for your pardon
eat a taco on a toilet that was placed inside a garden
Sisters got my back if we should ever have a problem
best legs in the family, for sure the smoothest bottom


All I need on this earth is some good food 
To make grooves even if I don't know how to
D-I-Y baby that's been My whole life
and i know that
Everybody wants to see me succeed so
Inhibitions I just threw them out  the window
So do your part
every fart is a work of art

I know my family will always save a seat for me
when i'm feeling agony they help me through the tragedy 
steering clear of apathy and lose myself in rhapsody
and my keyboard says it perfectly    


What I'm supposed to do? Just sit on my hands?
The lord done blessed me with this body be a sin to not dance
Clothing only a suggestion when you get in this trance
And You do not need pants when in New Geneland, and
I'm never ever made to feel like I suck
Even when I'm in a laser dog bark fart rut
End of day it's safe to say I'm feeling good cause they know
I got a built-in audience if I should put on a show
I'd be pouring on the charm so that they couldn't say no 
Sorry that I filled the burger grinder full of Play-Doh
So baby hit me with that gravy, i can't guarantee your safety 
Bette Midler better play me, 
Can't nobody center stage me


All I need on this earth is some good food 
To make grooves even if I don't know how to
D-I-Y baby that's been My whole life
and i know that
Everybody wants to see me succeed so
Inhibitions I just threw them out  the window
So do your part
every fart is a work of art

I know my family will always save a seat for me
when i'm feeling agony they help me through the tragedy 
steering clear of apathy and lose myself in rhapsody
and my keyboard says it perfectly    

I'm writing constantly and no one's ever stopping me
all about the harmony and never about profiting
maybe I'm a prodigy that wouldn't eat his broccoli
my keyboard says it perfectly like

Muscle Laughing Shrimp [Beefy, tanner4105] - Every Fart is a Work of Art

Fandom: Animal Crossing
Character: Redd

Everybody calls me Redd
But my favorite color is Green
Hit me with the bread
I hit you with a deal
It's a cousin thing
Just don't ask about the art smuggling 
Full of surprises like Lupin
To get you the prices like Groupon
Crude, the way I wheel and deal
I'm droppin' clues
Might have more than one OG in Stock
if I'm in the mood
Swell, you want the statue?
Hit me with the bells then relax,
Check the mail tomorrow, I'll get back at you.

Chorus:
I brought the deals
I'm saying Y'all
It's quite the steal.
Cop that piece if it's got you feelin feels
It don't matter if it's fake or if it's real cuz
x2

Come a long way since the days of selling furniture
Now the title is "Fine Art Servicer"
Museum security staff murderer
I'm just trying to be a good merchant, sure
Took a tiny swerve in the curvature
Talk too fast might need an interpreter
Costs 2 grand and a spleen, it's worth it sir
Got curators feelin like they curse is cursed.

Chorus

He's gettin unstoppable
Each mission impossible
Finally notice it's missin
I'm on my boat rollin' optimos
Just bought me a trolley, called it Code Redd
No we toppin' on Interpols most wanted
Criminal extraordinaire with savings as the aftermath
Stay outta the way or catch an elbow like I'm Cactus Jack
Got the goods locked in a safe but I'm crackin' that
Kraken of the seas, the Fox with a captains hat

Dappersaurus [An Hobbes, 2Ton21] - Redd is the New Green

Genre - Role Playing Game!
Screen - The Final Encounter!
Vocalist - Doubletime! [ Zolt Energy Serum ]
Producer - NO SNARES! [ The Bear Hammock 29-F; 0 innovated and pitched down a timbale hit, which was then heavily EQ'd; followed by a layer of distortion! ]

SKILL CHECK! Screams of an Angel's Unwritten Destiny!
By The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0]


Cutscene 

[laughter]
Four freestyle rap heroes, called forth to embrace arcane dangers in a world not their own, at last face off against an eldritch abomination before their way home closes for good… Wait a second, is this game real?!


Verse 1

Right I wanna get it Underway, 
Multiplayer Gameplay Isekai Anime Roleplay,
Storydriven, live a little - hidden in the code, hey,
What’s a little AI when you’re in the know, eh?
5th player GM, now in the mem’ray
Tabulating scores with the lightning in the core
Game used to be a Tabletop, now it’s on a PC
Freestyle Rap D&D, that Steam Heat
Breeze past details, straight into the action,
Got new players into rap with a passion
Blast through con after con interaction
Formed new family to fight with, faction
Bicker in the group, entertaining, an attraction
MIC made of magic when a demon wanna cash in
FIGHT with the power from the Spectral Realm
Rap well: it’s only you, ‘gainst the powers of Hell!


Chorus 1

CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
THERE’S MAGIC IN THE MIC
CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
FREESTYLE TO SURVIVE
CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE


Verse 2

Now that you know what the Game is, watch as the Fates flip
Upside down to believe it; seen with incredulous eye
As every rap in the mind
Becomes a reason that your crew still breathing
Use an at-home mic, 
And watch an enemy life
Be taken down like the bars you full of,
You scream and you laugh as you snatch the wool off
Each Bardic (every well-timed hook) you pull off,
All you've done in the campaign to date
They on the run, why they old false gods awaked
We wouldn't let em have their way with the plane, we stayed,
And that's the difference between time that you find and make
But as a skyscraper sized wooden demon delivered,
Every sizzling sinner's nightmare they had in a pillory
We nipped the sitch and the stitching pretty, desynchronizing his milly
Synergy higher than ever Amp Check and bam we're in bizzy


Chorus 2

CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
THERE’S MAGIC IN THE MIC
CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
FREESTYLE TO SURVIVE
CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE
[laughter]


Solo                
 

Chorus 3

CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
THERE’S MAGIC IN THE MIC
CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
FREESTYLE TO SURVIVE
CHECK! YOUR! SKILL!
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE
YOUR RAPS’LL COME TO LIFE

[NOTE: The CUTSCENE, as a creative choice, has been married in form to the looping challenge; 15+ seconds in length.]

VPC 7 Round 2

The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0] - SKILL CHECK! Screams of an Angel's Unwritten Destiny!

"GONE" by The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0]
LYRICS:

I can’t believe, you and me… and this... tree…
Seeing stars corresponds to our his’tree.
Stuck on an island yet I just can’t see outside
Send up a signal in the hopes that you can give me a ride,
To the places that you go in your mind.

Staring in your general direction,
Your eyes fixed on the horizon, I
Know we can buy ourselves time,
If we can mobilize,
Coordinate insides,
Get coordinates States-side, ah, ha-ha!   [ =_( ]
We have to try, we have to try, oh-oh-oh!
If you and I, record it right then maybe we can
Chart atop the billboards while they
Chart a course to paint our story on

If we can get it going, going, going
Then we can get going, going, =GONE=

We wanna make it out of here
If we wanna make it out of here
Alive
We’ve got to collaborate
Our lab, low battery
Near midnight on Saturday
Not a lot of time
We wanna make it out of here
But no one makes it out of here alone
Message in a bottle going, going, going
So we can get going... =GONE=

VPC 7 Round 3

The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0] - GONE

i done came down, more throwed than a discus
ran so much game i done tore my meniscus
it goes down like physics, my flows non-euclidean
my whip all black, i drive a chevrolet obsidian
- more numbers than lotto
call the police i got a stolen picasso
got a pet bald eagle and a stolen da vinci
pass the neosporin my trigger finger itchy
- pass the calamine lotion
i done swam across the ocean, i done came with that potion
cryin' in the whip i drive a chevrolet emotion
i done came with that quotient
your click gets divided, shit kinda quiet
jesse d bandcamp, you know imma pirate it
my flows, expensive like plywood
they salty bout the benz insignia on my hood

they say stroke, you need to cool it
but i'm BOMB, back on my bullshit
they say stroke, how do you do it
i say i'm BOMB, back on my bullshit

back on my bullshit, young stroke at your service
smokin' and sippin' imma tell you bout the herbalist
imma tell you bout the liquid, i'm sippin'
feelin' kinda tipsy, imma do somethin' risky
strip to my skivvies and i'm showin' naked spine
sweeney toad made the beat into a frankenstein
when streezy toad links up with king kong mega dong schlong
we'll drop a hit like thong song except ten times more strong
i'm unstoppable, like a zit unpoppable
photoshop's pissed 'cause streezy toad's uncroppable
the road called life, got obstacles and potholes
but i don't give a damn, poker game i'll not fold
diamond hand holder, flow so hot i smolder
keep the damn stash in the lisa frank folder
pop trunk in denver, close it down in boulder
haters listened to my song and turned 10 years older

Streezy Toad [Young Stroke Aka Young Muscle, Sweeney Toad] - B_O_M_B

In case i never see you again fam
Didn’t want to leave you stranded
Don’t grieve, time expanded
Receive these lines, and advance it. 


Big demi-frog, 
Poly wogs lemme memory jog
Three silly lads on the lily pad
One really rad lil lass
Giving dad a living task.
What the dilly? Still Privy ask
Laborious respondent 
For glorious Chorus ponderance
I implore Don’t ignore the forest, Explore us.
No man an island
Jesus walks, I ran
The good race, should’ve paced
Stood my space
Couldn’t waste
My hood place
Understood grace
Don’t mourn you born foreign
Alien, i won’t fail again
Or mail it in
Rail against the male-evolence
No insolence nonsense
In solace, thy conscience 
my condolence of no consequence.


Last will and testament
Love killed this specimen
Will resurrect again.
My best skill investment?
Hon, still the estimate
blessed to investigate togetherness.
Our nuptials ruptured all
Corrupted by the fall
Holy hegemony
Matrimony, Monogamy 
Honestly gave you all of me.


To Sarnia-Corunna crew
Barn area brothers who
Bade me decades from grade nine
To our babies and fine ladies too.


Mister McGhee
witnessing murder to ministers at Free
packwalks with a Hamilton backdrop to BC
Our lives will always see a synergy of poetry


Cheers for the casket of laughter
friends, Toronto, till the hereafter
sincere friendship never dies.
This the end where we sever ties?
At least I cease to pretend ya clever guys.


Last but not least, my spiritual family
What I teach, may you hear me all candidly
Groundswell and Tyndale will prevail handily.


In case I never see you again fam
I don’t believe you stand abandoned
Don’t grieve the time we handed
Receive these lines...

Ill Capwn & Al Seer [Ill Seer, Al Capwn] - ChorusPonderance

Blockbuster rewind, VCR...prime...
tapes aligned on the shelf, snacks near the blinds, 
Behind, my dad with the membership stand in line, 
For the game I wanted to find, time around 8 or 9 
What I, embedded with, having a Sega Genesis, messages in my head, 
If I knew the time I invested in, question, if I wanted a side stroller or something to learn a lesson in, got the X-men, the rage quits worth mentioning

Word to the clerk, ...only for 2 days 
If you roll in after the 3rd the account fees will raise, 
higher than the lands appraised if it keeps acquiring at your age
Phone calls to the house, parents...enraged so...

Got home and started playing like a champ…
But forgot the next day I start to leave for summer camp, And that, for 6 weeks,
Much more than 2 days, 
The store now making calls, voicemails press-n-played…so…

**dastardly turntable glitch**
To persuade my dad return the game, but he forgot so the game case would lay, 
I come back and look with such a confusion, 
The game still there, no callers in the ID for solution…

Come to find out to the story there lies more, they tore down the plaza, and they had to close the store, rode past the lot and it really struck a chord, 
Cause I still got the rental and now I…34

-Hook-
Once in while it comes to my mind for the things that I went through, 
And then I wish that I could go back, and wish that everything would be brand new but…

i.o.u., i.o.u. Blockbuster, i.o.u. x2 

-End-

Fireproof [Mark Cooper, Prowess The Testament] - i.o.u.

A Sick Remix of the ASAP Rocky track Big Spender. Hooky and Arson Jumping off of Goobas and Oompa Loopma mumble rams!

1up Funk - VPC Round 0 Big Spender Remix

obsessed with finding the right vibe
to replace the sudden lack of nightlife
twins tamin a ragin bull is my sign
wreckage of a china shop in hindsight
here's a tip to readjust your spinal cord
get al dappered out and try to dance with dinosaurs
in a land where i even dream in trainwrecks
hand in hand, live streams, bed ain't made yet
zero track and i wonder where my life is goin
hero's back to plunder when the time is flowin
lookin back cause it's all just memories
from my fall and they don't wanna let me leave
so many legs of this journey like a centipede
pretend it's dope cause we in bold lettering
back in the day i used to say it was unsettling
all lost in love letters that you'll never read

chorus:
and these days when i'm writing songs
it's like i'm looking at an accident...

on the real there's not a lot of contenders
keepin it lit like a small uncle fester
chimeras bite stylesa, pretend to be the head nerd
cross me on the mic now all they say is "Edward"
whole crew fell off like lepers
beggin on your fans to act more like investors
all ass out and penniless
now nobody wanna grow up to be mc shhhhh...
racists on the rise, white rappers on the fence
cause they got ignorant fans they don't wanna offend
false profits and some culture vultures
expand portfolios and they money folders
little turtle heads out and they getting bolder
see that winter's coming and i'm getting colders
so much so feels like a blizzard when i'm speakin'
so much snow see the blizzard as a beacon

Dappersaurus [An Hobbes, 2Ton21] - Molly Ringwald

ayo we over limit
so hot but they won't admit it
and we fully wicked forging the papers ya get commited
what I see is vivid
so seamless it must scripted 
all the verses are the sickness and nobody's got a gimmick
but then we gotta pivot
reality nonexistent
put RAP inside the thumbnail so everybody mimic
and we never timid
when everything has been shifted
we're going for a ride I hope your ass has got a ticket
know we cybernetic, stole it from optimus give em credit
I'm the greatest of the second gen though nobody has said it
been addicted
reach feelings that you encrypted
trophy has been lifted before anything's submitted
yo it's been a minute
i'm warning you that we in it
so often gotta sit it but we never gonna quit it
little bit a visit, i'm hopeful you don't forget it
everybody getting bodied, this is just the first exhibit 
mp3 of your track : added to email

Muscle Laughing Shrimp [Beefy, Tanner4105] - Garbage Day

I'M ONLY RHYMIN' WHERE THE FUN IS AT
JOEY'S BACK Y'ALL, EMPTY OUT YOUR MONEY BAGS
FOLKS PLAYING GAMES AIN'T LEAVIN' WITH THEIR THUMBS INTACT 
IT'S GOD'S FAVORITE RAPPER / ONLINE FUNNY MAN
(ME!!!!!!!!)
ALREADY WON THE ROUND BEFORE THE BELL RANG
CHECK THEM WHITE TILED FLOORS, THIS THE CELL GAMES
JOEY Z & BIG FAKE, Y'ALL DONT WORK AS WELL
BACKFLIP OFF THE CLOTHESLINE, THAT'S A PERFECT SELL
BETTER MAKE SOME BIG ADJUSTMENTS TO YOUR BATTLEPLANS
Y'ALL ABOUT TO WISH I KILLED ME WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE 
ME & ADELINE CAN'T LOSE WHEN WE GOT AN &
SO IF ANYBODY BEATS US THEY CHEATED, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THEM
IT'S JUST A GAME YOU WEIRDO, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
THOUGHT I RETIRED, YOU MUST HAVE LOST YOUR MARBLES, FOOLS
I WAS CHILLIN IN MY ZONE PLAYIN MARVEL 2
STONED, EATING BBQ
SORTING THRU MY MOLECULES

Perfect Cell [Joey Z, Big Fake] - Round 0

Floe Riden [Storyville, DJ Taiyouken] - The Prelude

1up Funk, Nerdy Swag Wizards, 2 lyricists, Hook Shot and Bobby Arson. Hooky's on the beats, and Arson's on the cuts. Jazzy, Funky, Synth Heavy Nerdcore,  from the West Coast of Canada.

1up Funk - VPC Round 0 Big Spender Remix

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