Dubldragon

Fandom: Hunter x Hunter 
Character: Chrollo

Forever set, a precious moon is lost
The others mourn him with ceremony grand
Rising up to heaven the lighting moon frost
With a melody from the mourning band
Harvest barren wine spilled
Lovers slumber beside the bloody, scarlet eyes
Though cut in half shall be your number 


Verse 1:
Whether a heist or a verse, it’s highly rehearsed
If you don’t fight me at first then I’ll politely be cursed
Use a Ben’s knife to end lives, whenever my friends fight
We use the flip of a coin to keep our heads right
A specialized crew, we victimize fools
Who drape their wrongdoings in society’s rules
We rob from the rich and head somewhere scenic 
Give it to the me cause I swear that I need it
Born in a meteors crater, not a hero or savior
Racking up favors, just to zero it later 
Put a price on my own head diversionary tactics
Battled assassins and we all did wicked backflips
No time for the devil, I’m a couple letters off
Like a mob boss’ daughter you’d be so much better off
If the power that you held was just committed to my journal
Where it can reside for all of time eternal


Hook:
Gotta see it to believe it
Open the book and read it
Tell me all your secrets
Your powers not deleted
I promise that I’ll keep it
And I’ll let you stay alive
Not quite even exchange
But we all must pay a price
Put your hand on the book
Put your life in my hands
Not a bad deal
At least from where I stand 


Verse 2:
Eight legs, twin fangs, big gang
Leave the whole town of York New in pain
With strats and tactics, my reach is near galactic
The mastermind is back and his pack is massive
Only seventh place, with respect to strength
But I come in first at accepting blame
Might sneak onto a boat to reach another continent
But at this point I’d hope the obstinance is obvious 
King of the dirt hill, the mole hill, the ant hill
When we see another bug we drop the anvil
Fight to a standstill, life is a land fill
But it’s my landfill, and the fight in me is ample
the head of this spider, no arachnid sits higher
Lack a number on my back as a status signifier
Like a cross that’s been inverted, the cause has been perverted
Associated hunters are naught but a diversion 


Hook:
Gotta see it to believe it
Open the book and read it
Tell me all your secrets
Your powers not deleted
I promise that I’ll keep it
And I’ll let you stay alive
Not quite even exchange
But we all must pay a price
Put your hand on the book
Put your life in my hands
Not a bad deal
At least from where I stand 


Verse 3:
A troupe of phantoms, that grouped at random
The type to take some eyes or a tooth for ransom
Labeled trash or refuse and then abandoned 
Luckily for all I had some agency to hand them
I forged this gang in devotions flame
Then quenched the blade in our ocean of pain
The resources we gained sparked greed uncontained
And the forces we faced are how our power was obtained 
Master of my own fate, master of my own floor
The bastard that you all hate, who settles all his own scores/
I rock two crosses which amount to options/
For saying your prayers when you count your losses/

VPC 7 Round 1

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] - Bandit's Secret

FPS 
final encounter
singing 
odd time signature



Singing verse:
Raise those hands high 
Think you know what it is
Bring that brass out
If you don’t want to live
Go ahead and fight back
Father’s son after all
Be wary you don’t like that
Sound they make when they fall

Bridge:
Why don’t you pass it down the Bloodline
Try to hide it if you find appeal
It’s all relative whats inside
Prying eyes make it real
Why don’t you pass it down the line
Try to hide it if you feel
It’s relative what’s inside
Prying eyes make it real

Rapping verse:
Quick with the gunplay, slow with the tough talk, I can do this all day
Easier than fish in a barrel funneled down a hallway 
All that wit gets you nowhere with hands slower than molasses
Steel launches steel into bodies of assassins
Pull the hammer back then let the hammer drop
Selling one way tickets to go meet with Astaroth
Maybe I could change this if it weren’t for this blood
But the gauntlets been thrown and I picked that gauntlet up 


Cutscene:
MC - I thought you were better than this. But I can see I was wrong. I can see now there’s only one way. And I hate to say it, but it’s the way you taught me.


Father/Mentor turned villain - You could have been the best of us, kid. Damn shame you had to go and grow a conscience like that. No matter. I can always have another son


MC - Good for you, I can never have another father, but I can make sure it ends with me

Hook:
Well al this talk about a guiding light
But no one ever speaks of where it leads
Imagine giving up the fight
While there’s blood left to bleed

VPC 7 Round 2

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] - BLOODLINE

Dan’s sea shanty/hook :


Helpless in the ocean dragons forced to rest
Even our dearest friends now row towards death
We sail the sea and lost our home
We two alone I fear no one may come close


Verse:
Wrecked and stranded, hopelessly abandoned
Two dragons stuck without nary a sandwich
Call it an idle isle, no smiles for miles
Underbelly overgrown, safe to say wild
Ceaseless sounds from the gulls all around
Can’t hear my own thoughts, about to break down
Eyes lock, fists touch, endurance now found
Promise made not to rest in this ground
Tried to build a raft, raft didn’t get far
Luckily close enough we could outswim sharks 
Arranging stones to entice the sky
Into providing hope though we know hope lies
SSOS - someone save our scales
Reptiles, not amphibians, evolution failed
Built a hutch in the sand, Dan tilled the land
Started fire by hand while discussing our plans
But fire went out, hutch fell in sea
Turns out morning tide touches everything
Lack of escape suddenly so clear
We remain determined not to give into fear
Then one night - amid the sounds of our screams
Draped bodily in the slime and the weeds
Subsisting on moss which clung to our teeth 
Screams turned into songs sung on repeat
Sprawling waves carry dulcet tones
Til they find some lobes to call a home
After months on the island now a boat appears
Too far from hope, entrenched and sincere  
They land on the beach - we take them by surprise
Jam our thumbs in their eyes and steal their supplies
Take their vessel and their lives, then suddenly realize
We probably could’ve asked for a ride

VPC 7 Round 3

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] - SSOS (Someone Save Our Scales)

(Skeptik)
I remember playing all night and splitting the screen/
The CRT’s glow kept us calm and serene/
Controller green, neon to boot/
Three handles to hold and it’s see through too/
(OnlyOneRonin)
Never been to a LAN party? Unreal/
Tournament with the shock gun. Done deal/
(Danny G)
Was once a game, now it turns wheels/ 
backbone of Yoshi and the war of gears/ 
wanna kill some spare time with Kirby air ride/ 
Glide thru on Hydra, and fly thru space time/
(OnlyOneRonin)
I got time, but dont rush me/
Got dropped in the middle map playing pubg/
(Skeptik)
I got two multi taps and eight remotes/
Control a whole team in Madden, yeah, we’re doing the most/
Pillar to post, we could make a whole roster/
In No Mercy in no time, of justice league imposters/


(Hook)
Hop on the couch, you got your controller?
Inch by inch we push even closer
Shoulder to shoulder, we few are soldiers
Multiplayer madness let’s never get older
Plugged in and ready to play/
Ten hours passed now it’s the next day/
Hanging out with the crew in our favorite games/
Looking for something to slay


(Danny G)
Fresh double As, so I know we all able/
no need for tables, grab the link cable/
Give me the onyx, no one can stop this/
Haunter to gengar - boldore to gigalith/
metal coat warps the helix, simple rock turns to steeling
Gotta have friends to evolve that feebas
Four sword adventure on cartridge or cube disc
I feel this pikmin in the palm of my hand
Toss this plant based being to my fam
Double dash back to shield grab on castle
Hyrule Smash Bros time splitting hassle/
All night long we stuck on Nintendo
Soda and chips till we all decrescendo


(OnlyOneRonin)
Knock knock
(Who's there?)
Knock out
(Knock out who?)
Knock out in the city
Don't drop the ball in a fight
Unless you wanna be the fall guy
It's not all hype
When you're winning
Gunrock with the 3 stone power
If I Hit you
rag doll like the bouncer
Counter if you have to
But gotta inkling
Imma splat you
Atchu
Not a sneeze, but a tweet
Getting kinda hungry
Guess I gotta eat
Put me in a cage in a free for all
Hard-core battle with a pokeball




(Skeptik)
Laptop guns, an assload of fun, pass snacks around, lemme grab that one/
I’ll never ease off to give esteem a bump, in a team death match there’s no runner up/
I raise the height of my jump with a rocket Sam, serious/
Play fast and furious and pass out delirious/
Not everything you want in life will be easy,
check the cow level if you don’t believe me/
Warrior need food, warrior queasy, warrior wonders if he’s being too needy/
Companions and quests go hand in hand,
So let’s clear this game and hit Funcoland/
I even heard  they got a brand new Dreamcast demo stand 


(Outdo)
Hop on the couch, you got your controller?/
Inch by inch we push even closer/
Shoulder to shoulder, we few are soldiers/
Multiplayer madness let’s never get older/

VPC7 Round 4

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] Multiplayer Madness (ft. OnlyOneRonin)

Verse 1:
How much time in this life am I willing to consume
With thoughts of mortality portending doom
Yet always assumed I’d be forever in bloom
Too bad I can’t produce chlorophyll by the light of the moon
The spring time of life called on account of rain
I’ve been engulfed in flame but still-reborn the same
How many times have I told myself I’ll never be adequate 
But consider the skill immaculate, are both assessments accurate?
I’ve bled for this, and made the mundane my nemesis
Standing at the precipice is a tough spot for a pessimist
So I take a step back, maybe two for good measure
The thought of my own end is no longer a source of pleasure 
Sisyphus had a boulder, Atlas a chip on shoulder
Icarus wax wings, me? I’m getting older
Intrinsic and intricate, possibilities are infinite
Am I indolent or ignorant or do I just not give a shit?


Hook:
What we have here is a non organic failure to thrive
All this time on earth but not a single second spent alive
I’m not convinced this is how it has to be
Maybe I can live happy ever actually


Verse 2:
Is this a letter to myself, or a scathing editorial
Autobiographic obituary, self penned memorial
The inevitably once a comfort, I remember when it changed
The shift from one self to another like tears in the rain
Clinging to nihilism to escape the fear of death
Yet decrying religious thought with each and every other breath
Hypocritical in my stricture, and aware of the incongruence
Though it paints a perfect picture, the truth can be a nuisance
Like why am I surviving when I should be thriving 
Is there some grand point at which I’ll find myself arriving?
Headlong when I’m diving into patterns of depriving
Myself of silver linings, as if I’m content with writhing


Bridge:
What we have here is a non organic failure to thrive x8


Hook:
What we have here is a non organic failure to thrive
All this time on earth but not a second spent alive
Not convinced this is how it has to be
Maybe I can live happy ever actually

VPC7 Round 5

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] Happy Ever Actually

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.