Fandom: Dragon Ball Z
Character: Perfect Cell

THIS MY FINAL FORM
THAT VIOLENT STORM'LL SEND A SHIVER DOWN YOUR SPINAL CORD
I'VE ABSORBED THE SKILLS & TACTICS OF YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE FIGHTING FORCE
I'M KNOWN FOR PEELING CAPS & MAKING TIMELINES WORSE
I'M FROM THE FUTURE WHERE THE CITY'S ALL ASHES & FLAMES
GOKU ARRIVED & Y'ALL WERE THINKING HUMANITY'S SAVED
BUT THAT HEART DISEASE FROM SPACE HAD HIM FUCKED UP!!!!!
GOKU DIED & SWEAR TO KAMI, I WAS LAUGHING FOR DAYS
I'M FROM THE FUTURE WHERE YOUR FRIENDS ARE ALL GHOSTED
TEN TOES DOWN IN MY ARENA STRAIGHT POSTED
TEN FOES DOWN, AND I BARELY EVEN NOTICED
KEEP IT FOCUSED, LOCAL FARMERS
PUMP YA SHOTTIES
THIS YOUR MOMENT!
YOU BETTER HOPE YOUR SON CAN HANDLE ME, SON
'CAUSE WHEN THIS BATTLE IS DONE IF I'VE WON IT YOUR PLANET IS DUST
I'D ESTIMATE YOUR CHANCE STATUS AS NONE
YOU AND ALL YOUR BUDDIES
SQUARE UP DUMMIES
IT'S ROUND 1


BUT YOU WASN'T EVEN BLOCKING WHERE I HIT YOU WITH THE PERFECT SHOT
Y'ALL READY OR NOT?
BETTER GET CHARGED UP
GET YOUR HAIR DYES OUT & START TURNING BLONDE
BOP BOP BOP
WHO'S UP NEXT?
WHO SAID TRUNKS?
OOPS! TRUNKS DEAD!
AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT FOR SHOWING UP TO THE GAME, BOYS DON'T FORGET


LISTEN
I THINK Y'ALL NEED TO SHOW SOME GRATITUDE
& THANK ME FOR THIS PEEK AT PERFECTION THAT I JUST GRANTED YOU
MAYBE ALL THAT TALKING'S TOO ADVANCED FOR YOU
IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO DIE ALL THEN YOU HAD TO DO WAS ASK ME, FOOLS

VPC 7 Round 1

Perfect Cell [Joey Z, Big Fake] - Ten Toes

Fandom: Steven Universe
Character: Spinel

playtime is a song written from the perspective of the character Spinel from Steven Universe the Movie, who in the film is brought to a place of anger from her feelings of abandonment and decides to take out her pain on those who the person she thought loved her had chosen instead.

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That's right, I'm not the one to love
And but a fool to dream
That's right, I'm not the one to love 
My solo losing team
That's right, I'm not the one to love
Some plaything you don't need
Implied that I was good enough
but that wasn't what you'd mean

--

That's right, my Rose has thorns to spare
Chose from those who'd care, I didn't make the cut
Bright light's supposed to burn, so fair
Goes to show we shared unbidden cravings

But it's like time spent with gems depends
On whims and ends that tend to shift and bend for some
She'd lied but I played pretend because
(I thought we were best friends)

Such a clod to trust and want you
Ushered on through signs of threats
Hence rushed and got too much involved
You'd once upon new times for deference

Burned not read, deferred to death
While blurred intent left much distress
I learned instead, then heard he'd said 
(I love my friends)

--

That's right, I'm not the one to love 
And but a fool to dream
That's right, I'm not the one to love 
My solo losing team
That's right, I'm not the one to love
Some plaything you don't need
Implied that I was good enough
but that wasn't what you'd mean

--

I don't wanna play no more, forewarning
Know every available port is storming
Time to come and take what's yours
Performing hostilities for culpabilities you're ignoring

But I was so adorable, right? Your darling
Now I'm such horrible sight and starving
How durable is your world to blight? It's starting
Deplorable basket case not asking to bargain

Beg your pardon but the loneliest of stones hit the dark
In the garden where the only thing we'd grow is apart
Now I've hardened far too slowly, only known for the sharp bits
For audience of one heartless narcissist in charge

You're not her but hide behind a target shaped grin
You've prospered, denying me the cross I've beared since
Imposter! I've lost all so you could just exist?
Your roster's soon crossed off my to do justice list

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That's right, I'm not the one to love 
Harm or be harmed it seems
That's right, I'm not the one to love 
Your turn to lose some things
That's right, I'm not the one to love
Now playtime's over, see?
Feels like now I'm not good at all
And I'm gonna watch you bleed

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - playtime

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!

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

VPC 7 Round 3

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

Pardon my smiling,
AJB live at the island,
Live at the island

Plane crashed, marooned, spent 400 moons
With my best friend, but still I need some elbow room,
We never found our jet or any of the wreckage, strange,
How the hell do you lose a plane?

Stuck on a lonely island off the coast and I feel me roasting
Out in the sun, just about to see my ghost when
I notice something stuck in the base of a tree,
Grab a couple sticks, we’ll try to pry it free

Gotta give thanks, amen, we caught a break,
Single by The Winstons, flash megabyte 8,
We've got enough battery for just one take,
Oh that only says 4 megabytes... great

Turn up the juice, let's put it use,
I'll send an S.O.S to the world, you produce,
So get ready for the last thing you'll hear from us,
JK, we'll bump tracks for the next 30 years plus

Pardon my smiling,
Kyle Vice live at the island,
Live at the island

I built a raft out of mp3s and emptied me
Inside of the lyrics, but it crashed at sea,
Impractically, it didn't sound like trash to me,
But I didn't fit in the box for how it has to... grr

Screw iambic pentameter, try to fit a song in
These confined parameters,
Confined to an island I can walk its diameter
Faster than you can say, "Boom shacka-lacka-lacka!"

Jack Merridew, not scared of you, I don't care if you,
Can sing a High C, mmm,
I thirsty, I hungry, I tired,
I can't think straight enough to talk inspired

I use rap just to gauge my emotional state,
Over the past year life is… not great.
Want a song about an island? That's my life,
But I can't use the verbs I need to express that, come on, play nice

Mechanical Peasants [AJB, Kyle Vice] - Scurfy With Brine

Only country for non-men, lizard and I land on grief
Nothing to breathe in but salt winds, brought on by violent means
With a history of silence islands like ours tend to rip through some seams
Leveled up enough in isolation, thought we'd reclassed as leads

But see we believed freedom fit the budget. Just because none was free
Doesn't mean we'd find a path left that lead to our right to finally sleep
Our decidedly finite islet reminds of the scarcity of relief
Checked into Hotel Echo Lima Papa, we can't ever leave

Send nudes please

To Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
With primitive fixings for dirt cheap, heaven and line or hell
Definitive pity seekers need imminent blights dispelled
At negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve

Dials stayed set at eleven, hoped could find ourselves
But what comes up must go down, sometimes   with unsought help
Compelling nothing but an earless air all the time's we've yelled
Our only something shaped easements, debris of kindred shells

We'd held up hands long enough to signal god, if possible they'd see
The very corner edge that the heart forgot, of course apart from misery
Here the prominence of only harship left us a very desperate need
For accomplices, more than promises, can we count on you for this? 

Please?

Find Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Remember kids, quickly! Divert please! Hesitance might not help
Repetitive rhyme schemes hopefully serve the mneumonics well
Chart negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve

Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sì̷͜x̷̝̃t̴̫̋y̴̦͊ ̶̲͑p̵̼͝oint t̶̥͊ ̵̫͒t̵̍͜h̴͙̍i̸irteenr̸n̷̮̆ ̸̜͘ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - -60.13, -9.12

Know Shoes, Know Served (NoShoes Diss)

Roc Marciano - Goyard God - Beekool Beat2

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