VPC7 ALL TRACKS

Fandom: Star Trek deep cuts
Character: Khan Noonien Singh. 

SPACE SEED
[#%^] 


Woke up, knife to the docs throat
No fucks, others might have lost hope
But i’m a product of the best of the 90s
And I got the best of the best behind me


A descendant of the remnants of the great clans
I like a brave man who can make plans and take stands
A depraved band of snake hands won’t make it very far
In the these great lands


Great lands in need of a new make of a man
That’s me, you can check your fuckin brain scans
Before i burn your stuff into a waste land
I will learn enough to turn your luck quicker than fate can


Ten times your strength and my mind’s intense
End of the line been to the vine
Grew into wine, i spent a lifetime 
Then i went on take whatever is mine by divine intent
That’s everything
And now time is bent in my favor
You were not meant to understand my behavior
My awful capers from the past will make me an awesome savior 
For your own sins and perversions


History repeats itself, who wins in this version?
Khan
I can only give you a hint of the burden of what it is to be a superior build build of a person

VPC 7 Round 1

[#%^] [MessiahCarey, Jared Sparks] - Space Seed

Fandom: Resident Evil 
Character: Albert Wesker

I know these noises of the dead are not the voices in my head
Keeping focused, staying stressed
Till they all get laid to rest
Is the T the violence virus? I'm the monster making bets
No solace sirens, silent tyrants celebrate with death (hey)
You are alone
Floundering in my control
You won't be making it home
Losing your soul
This mansion is more than I've shown
I'll lead you off on your own
Use you for combat data with no one to save ya
My experiments will chase ya, waste ya, taste ya flava
"Everyday, humans come one step closer to self destruction"
In many ways, I'm here to save them
They cannot see that they're puppets
And I alone, the master might control the world, I'm after
Global dominance, with power I'll evolve the bastards

Pull the strings of genes, make the fiends make em bleed
I don't think that they see, what I've done with T
Pull the strings of genes, make the fiends make em bleed
I don't think that they see, what I've done to me

Infect myself, I am no longer a human being
I am all powerful, I'm something you have never seen
This betrayal is the start, now you'll see the pain
"Sure, I'm not human anymore, but (just) look at the power (I've) gained!" 

Pull the strings of genes, make the fiends make em bleed
I don't think that they see what I've done with T
Pull the strings of genes, make the fiends make em bleed
I don't think that they see what I've done to me

Anti Hero [BVNE, El Diaz] - T

Fandom: The Little Mermaid
Character: Ursula

Intro:
Come with me down below
Sink into my catacombs
See how deep you will go
find the spot you'll call home        
forevermore


Verse 1:
This is Armageddon, be ready when karma beckons
This class is now in session, you need to learn your lesson
This Queen is not from heaven, but divine in my confessions
This connection of rejection has lead to my transgressions
You think you have control over how my life would go
You thought I would rot in your exiled onslaught
You think I'd be controlled by such veil souls
You thought you got the villain, [laugh] I think not 


Hook:
Enter my Leviathan
Won't you explore deep within
Don't be shy, Just let me in
Come and let us taste your sin


Verse 2:
Poor little creatures you are all now my possessions
Unfortunately your saviour will have to witness this lesson
Souls eventually endure tension, Seven, controlled like weapons
Nereid was my profession until you Sirened my aggression
Sweet child, it could be undone, but that's no fun, it's just begun
Flotsam, Jetsam, My poor henchmen, your defeat will be complete
My screams will leave you deafened, your souls are mine to keep
Remember this is Armageddon, now children it's time to eat

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - In Memoriam of Flotsam and Jetsam

Fandom - Adventure time
Character- BMO

Lyrics

Intro – Narrator: This little living computer game system is BMO. My information doesn’t 
seem to say wether they are a he, or a she, just BMO. Oh well. 

BMO: Who wants to play Video GAMES?!?! Check it out Ya’ll.

CHORUS

When it gets hard to fight
there's nothing left to fear
They'll never turn out my light
I'll always be right here

VERSE

Well I'm,
Usually confusedly miss-gendered as a dude you see
Oops a Dees-y seems he's a she
She, snoozily approves being believed to be a summary of these;
Male female and a dissociative identity

Attendency is rendering me mentally free
to achieve my dreams and schemes
and to be the side kick I'm meant to be

Shit sent from me directly behind
A human centipede extensively entering blind
on some adventure time

CHORUS

When it gets hard to fight
there's nothing left to fear
They'll never turn out my light
I'll always be right here


Resigned and inclined 
I’ll find time to unwind
I'm designed to align your dexterity and your grind

It's a synch in a pinch 
You glimpse and make it simp for a 
Hit of the shit on my circuitry unit
working these movements

I'm a tag along sang a song bang a gong vagabond 
hanging on to every last wrong
and it makes me strong

Power on for the people, not Jesus, Not evil

Im BMO no EGO no Gender No equal

BRIDGE

I'm not broken robot
Just need a technician with a soft spot

Whatever comes next
We'll be together on a mission an adventure

We will fight for us
With everything we can never gonna give up

Thank you for my strength
And making me as strong as I was meant to be

CHORUS ABRIDGED

When it gets hard to fight
Just need a technician with a soft spot

There's nothing left to fear
We’ll be together on a mission an adventure

They'll never turn out my light
With everything we can never gonna give up

I'll always be right here

BMO: I Love you too, Goodbye!

1up Funk [Bobby Arsen, Hook Shot] - Be More

Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: The Sorting Hat

This one goes out to my man Robert Galbraith. 
Sorting gang. We're the worst. 

[chorus] x2
If I can sort you in then I can sort you out. 
You couldn't thwart all the things that I've brought about. 
How did Lord Voldemort find supportive crowds? 
See, you're taught to be naughty in the naughty house. 

[verse 1]
I set the wheels in motion. I sense your real emotions 
and send you reeling into the field I've chosen. 
Perchance evil potions, deeds of deep revulsion. 
I'll achieve my goals as long as I meet the quotient. 
I'm not even coaching, just picking the teams 
and filling Slytherin with all of the shittiest tweens. 
These kids will be in smithereens and no one intervenes. 
My little scheme tickles me till I split at the seams. 
And Dumbledore... 
Did you think that dumdum just stumbled through the door? 
Or got that gig on merits? Like being careless 
and looking away when children perish 
in perilous scenarios? Or get very close to some scary ghost 
with varicose veins and hairy toes, wearing burial clothes? 
I put him in with confidence 
that I would find the odd use for his obtuse incompetence. 

[chorus] x2

[verse 2]
Who divides and conquers spies and plonkers? 
'Tis I, the bonnet. "And why? It's wrong?" 'Cause I'm just bonkers. 
My best sponsors are mindless wanderers, 
floundering onwards unaware of what unkindness conjures. 
Blind, unconscious, while I write destinies 
and set trajectories. Yes I'm a hat, but I pick the accessories. 
Expressed unease, rest in peace. No one suspects a headpiece, 
but I've got the future all laid out in excel spreadsheets. 
Deadbeats and death eaters make up my faculty 
I pick the children like fruit off an apple tree. 
The alchemy of apathy as I essentialize, 
categorize and emphasize the differential lines. 
Never empathize. Just spread empty lies like how Mars and Venus, 
and vulvas, ovaries, balls and penis 
share an important link, and other sordid things. 
It's a boring kink, I know, but I sort of think...

[chorus]

[outro variant]
If I can sort you in then I can sort you out. 
You couldn't thwart all the things that I've brought about. 
How did Joanne Rowling find supportive crowds? 
See, you're taught to be naughty...

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Sort You Out

Game Genre: RPG
Screen: The Final Encounter
Resources:
V Slot: Ph'th'kuh's Throat Balm (Singing!)
P Slot: The Bear Hammock 29-F (I used 9 different sword samples and did a variation in terms of timing [not just 2 and 4 counts])


ENTER THE LEVIATHAN:


Cut Scene - Beginning
* Siren: (Laughing) - You said you wanted more didn't you?! Well my dear, patience is a virtue.
Hero: Your eyes betray you siren, I see in them the same fear that every person sees before you drag them to these depths. My fate shall be different. 


Verse 0.5:
Feeding the sounds of silence, this kind of kindness is mindless
Down here existence is timeless, you'll have it down to a science
Open those eyelids, tonight you'll dance with the Siren
Our love will guide us, your souls are priceless, let's explore those vices


In a crisis like Isis, I'll transform into a perfect likeness
Like a virus inside us I'll consume your crude defiance
My guidance will be your reliance through all the bias
I'm not Midas in the sightless, but I will get you all to riot!!!


Bridge:
Drown thy love in blood; the price I pay // We'll play this neverending game
Consume thy heart, the art of our ballet  // Your souls, my prey, you will obey


Verse 1 / Singing Underlay:
You want it, I got it, Come and get it, you won't regret it
I must admit; there is no greater bliss, once you submit
You'll find peace deep within my abyss
Release this beast sealed with a kiss
* Lore the lord a shore, distort his sight tonight; I WANT YOU TO FEEL THIS
You won't quit it, You gotta have it, you'll never get it
Once you permit it, you can't resist it, I'll be thy witness
Transmit your frivolous forgiveness in this stillness
For you will drown in your soul's grimness
* Cast away the pain, ignite this sacrifice; I WANT YOU TO FEEL THIS
A love you can't fake
A pain you can't shake
A dream you can't wake
A life I will take
A will I will break
I am your mistake
* No escape from fate, Your crown I will surround; I WANT YOU TO FEEL THIS
A hatred I will turn
A cure I will learn
A truth I will yearn
A death you can't earn
A foe you can't burn
I am your concern
* Reign this soul's domain, torn and left forlorn; I WANT YOU TO FEEL THIS


Inner Monologue:
Thirteen have fallen to this One.
I didn't know what I'd become!
I was only here for fun!
It is you who has chosen this fate to succumb.


Verse 1.5 / Singing Underlay:
I've done nothing wrong
I'll help you grow strong
You're where you belong
Your life I'll prolong
Our love will live on
Give into my song
* Forge the light at night, I see the stars align; I WANT YOU TO FEEL THIS
My power grows strong
you've done nothing wrong
This pain I'll prolong
I'm where you belong
Give into my song
You want more, c'mon!!
* Born to bear this tome, I've chosen fate to endure; I WANT YOU TO FEEL THIS


Cut Scene - End
* Hero - This isn't what I wanted! This ends here!!!
* (SirenSeraph) - Crying which slowly turns into laughter

VPC7, Round 2

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - Enter The Leviathan

We chose to do a boss Battle inspired by the confrontation with Shaelob from Lord of the Rings, Return of the King

We also did it as a troll of the concept, 1up Funk is commisioned to write the ending of the new 1up Funk Game
and instead we wont shut up about LOTR

Hookshot chose to use the Chiptune elements in his Beat:
HookShot adds a new element to the composition, every 4 bars as traditional VGM would

Bobby chose to use the Aliteration Aumlet which is evidenced 
Bobby also used singing and doubletime, but feels the aliteration was the focus



INTRO

Back once again like we've been here before
On the path of the villain come to settle the score. 
Everything is Ciclicle, Every bit is visceral
Lessons get imprinted into the visual

X2

VERSE

Well we were a wizard and a warrior well worn with wearyness
were in this waking wicked evil in this wilderness
wandering while we watch whispers walk in whisps
while arachnid witches wound up out of the where the wind whips

animalistic with an acrobatic acumen 
ansilary amateurs after her abdomen
all arrows knocked all alchemy on afterburn 
attacking adolescent ankle biters 
Fucking Amateurs! 

PRE CHORUS

raging at a spider feeling fully fueled by fire
as we travel through the pire felling creatures using Ire 
as a method to inspire transformation to a higher 
form of being so we can achieve the credits we desire cuz

CHORUS

Shaelob she stalks beneath the sheer rocks
She rocks toxic knee socks and Reboks
Shaelob she stalks beneath the sheer rocks
She rocks 8 knee socks, and eats hot shots
 
8 legs dance in the darkness
2 hearts stand for the light
1 shot take down a heartless
1 up we live for the fight

Shaelob she stalks beneath the sheer rocks
She rocks toxic knee socks and Reboks
Shaelob she stalks beneath the sheer rocks
She rocks 8 knee socks, and eats hot shots

SKIT

Bobby Arson: Yeah dude like Shaelob but like shes like a Hip Hop Spider like wearing Reeboks and Shit

Hook Shot: Yeah yeah!

Sam Whitehead: No No, were not doing a Lord of the Rings Thing

HS: Yeah like damn ahoooo *beatbox noise

SW: Weve been over this

Bobby: Yeah, we have been over this, its almost like... we've, been here before

SW: NO

HS: "that's because we have Sam

SW: NO!

HS: were going in circles"

SW: NO, BLIMEY GOD BLASTED . . .


REPRISE

Back once again like we've been here before
On the path of the villain come to settle the score. 
Everything is Ciclicle, Every bit is visceral
Lessons get imprinted into the visual

VERSE

Bobby the beaten broken barbarian 
better build brazen backbone thats big enough to bury her
bitter when I conjur a combustible caucaophony 
closed off to the cold coffin the boss offered me

Hooky heaves his halberd whole hog at Shaelob
She sobs as she gets speared into a shishkabob
she crawls back in the abyss ceasing to exist 
we get the exp, then repeat it

PRE CHORUS

raging at a spider feeling fully fueled by fire
as we travel through the pire felling creatures using Ire 
as a method to inspire transformation to a higher 
form of being so we can achieve the credits we desire cuz

CHORUS

Shaelob she stalks beneath the sheer rocks
She rocks toxic knee socks and Reboks
Shaelob she stalks beneath the sheer rocks
She rocks 8 knee socks, and eats hot shots
 
8 legs dance in the darkness
2 hearts stand for the light
1 shot take down a heartless
1 up we live for the fight

Shaelob she stalks beneath the sheer rocks
She rocks toxic knee socks and Reboks
Shaelob she stalks beneath the sheer rocks
She rocks 8 knee socks, and eats hot shots

VPC 7 Round 2

1up Funk [Bobby Arsen, Hook Shot] - Dance in the Darkness

Game Genre 
Point & Click Role Playing Game


The Kobayashi Alternative II is a followup to the 1985 release “The Kobayashi Alternative” and was released in 1997 by Interplay for Microsoft Windows and MacOS. In the game, the player navigates life through Starfleet Academy as they participate in simulated deep space missions. As the player works on the simulator, they discover that the AI in the computer has become sentient - yet unaware that the scenario it plays out over and over again with a different crew each time is not real. 


Screen Choice
The Final Encounter


As the simulator responsible for running the Kobayashi Maru is discovered to be sentient, a cutscene plays just as the player needs to decide their next step.


V Slot (giggity): Ph’th’kuh’s Throat Balm
P Slot (also giggity): The Bear Hammock 29-F

Lyrics
I’ve seen so many die 
that I wonder if the humans even know they’re alive
All over who it is that owns this part of the sky
It’ll never compute no matter how many times I try


Cutscene Script (or at least close)


Cadet Hall’s Log 9652.6: I’ve been working with Commander Checkov putting some extra time in, helping maintain the simulator. It’s quite an honor to be working with such a decorated Starfleet officer but he can be confusing sometimes 


 [insert “load old missions”]


Me: Yessir, but...aren’t those really old missions?


[insert “wussian wisdom”]


Me: You’ve got a singular wit, Commander I’ll get right on it


Cadet’s Log, Addendum: While working on the data transfer project for the commander, I noticed that there were some strange pathways being formed in the simulator’s artificial intelligence circuits so I called in my friend David from the scien   to help
 
[insert convo w/David and Chekov]

Me: Wait, what are these? Are these decision making algorithms identifying that the crew of the Kobayashi Maru are living beings? Commander Chekov...I think the simulator might be alive

[#%^] [MessiahCarey, Jared Sparks] - The Kobayashi Alternative II

Challenges accepted:
Vocals - (double time - Zolt Energy Serum)
Producer - (no snares in the beat - The Bear Hammock 29-F)

Game genre: Dating Sim
Screen: The Final Encounter

V: Oh, here we have it, the final encounter. This is a tough one, to be sure. Many have tried, all have failed so far, but maybe this is the one. 
A: It's a challenge, for sure, but we have a challenger. 
V: Oh, a true player. Let's see how it goes. 
A: Round one. Shoot your shot! 

I'm the final boss of the dating sim.  
There's no way to win, 'cause I can't take a hint. 
You're gonna fail and then you'll wanna play again 
Your loss, take it in, let the games begin.  
I've got all my defenses up, 
all tensed up and my comprehension tends to suck. 
Try to bend your luck with charms and methods of 
seduction, but we all know where you're ending up. 
Zone of friendship? What? No, twit, that's a prize. 
You're going home alone. Big fat surprise. 
Like Macaulay Culkin, without supplies. 
Always sulking, rip out your eyes  
if you don't wanna see the blank stare on my face 
as I dismiss your compliments as having terrible taste. 
I've had my fair share of dates, so I'm set, except 
I only found out in retrospect. (That's what that was?)  
  
V: Oh, you hate to see it, folks. Striking out in the first round. 
A: Well, let's see if there's any bouncing back from this. 
V: It is not looking too good right now, but it ain't over yet. 
A: Round two. Make your move! 

You know you'll be ill at ease, I don't show 
vulnerabilities. You've honed your skills, increased 
your ammo as sociable charmer, 
but cupid's arrows ricochet off my emotional armor. 
And my heart doesn't glow, so it's harder to get to. 
You try to connect, I'm just not gonna let you. 
With all the respect due, every romance Lothario 
measures on a scale from no chance to very low, 
no matter the scenario, even with careful listening, 
say you're getting hot, I'll hit the air conditioning. 
It's not your whispering nor a matter of discipline. 
I simply miss the gist of what it is you're propositioning. 
Not a single inkling. I just stare into space, 
unaware of infatuation you wear on your face. 
I've had my fair share of dates and before I left 
there wasn't one who wasn't bored to death. 

V: Ooooh! That's gotta hurt! Advances went right over the head *and* were countered with absolute tedium. 
A: This is a disaster, folks, and after so many successes. 
V: Well, there is one more round, so maybe not all is lost. 
A: Round three. Date!

I'm like talking to a brick wall, 
mindless conversations. 
A human bottle of rohypnol, 
minus connotations 
When we're walking through a strip mall, 
I'll exhaust your patience. 
What I'm saying's I'm an awful date, 
and you're gonna wanna escape from the jaws of fate 
before it all too late. They're already agape, 
frothing and starting to oscillate. 
Being my lawful mate is not so great, 
like a box of defrosted flakes. 
To get dad jokes like that for the rest of your life 
put me in a dress that is white and address me as wife. 
I've had my fair share of dates on repeat, the same 
every time 'cause no one's beat the game. 

A: Oh no, I think that's game over, folks. 
V: It sure is. The only way to move forward now is to start over from the last checkpoint at the beginning of the encounter. 
A: Press any key before the end of the countdown. 3...2...1...

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Beyond Reach

Come to the new
Island of Messina
Where ALL your dreams come true

Come to the Island of Messina where tequila flows
Like Aquafina, this Seraphina Latina goes
Down like calamari on the barbie with Bacardi
We'll party until our souls expose their glow

This new cantina's much cleaner than the one before
With senoritas sunbathing like diamonds upon the shore
And buffets galore, You couldn't ask for more, hop aboard
Come explore this epiphenomenon Lore

Come lounge in our underwater oasis, quite spacious
And famous, like Vegas with gracious Nereid faces
Experience the feeling of carelessness, Oh, you'll probably need the Coordinates
Longitude: 15.5526, Latitude: 38.1939, yeah
See you there!!!

Come to the new
Island of Messina
Where ALL your dreams come true

VPC 7 Round 3

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - Island of Messina

We went to Mile 0 Beach and the local petting zoo with a zoom recorder.


The "kick drum" is us kicking a 5 Gallon drum we found on the beach, detuned

The "hi hats" are clam and oyster shells we found and clicked together

The "rim shots" are sticks we found on the beach and smacked together

The Beach noise is recorded directly from the Pacific Ocean

The Campfire noise came from Klopps backyard
The Tape click is my old Sony Walkman starting and stopping the first mixtape my hiphop group was ever on

The Goat, Peacock, and Zebu noises are from the Beacon Hill petting farm

LYRICS:

our ride is busted up
droppin rhymes like a coconut
hoping that 
provoking the totem 
chimes and it opens up

a broken structure
ruptures from the scenery
intertwined with vines 
decaing time beneath me


a tropical island
got a sidekick beside him
tryna fuck with Poseidon
but it's hard to stay fluid

as I scribe on papyrus
the esophogas tires
pyus, sensory fire
in time with the movement

LETS GO!

circle tightens 
so we have a palaver
squaking with the sparrows 
holding court over this challenge


the, lord of flies says
piggies on the spit now
watch me take this corny round
and crank out a legit sound


how it goin down
rapping through a busted gut
throat ripping nasaly scrub
picking the slack up

you better back up 
I learned how to bellow
stoke the fire ripping
pire glistens get the marshmallows


kicking lyrics by the ocean
the coastal erosion
broken by the tones
spoken at the quotient

copious atonement
won't show the globe
we've sown and were imploding
so enjoy covid 
and the collective 
of open mourning


no adorning fans 
no exploring random 
sands the globe is
shut down for expansion
till we get our stab

what the fuck
was that a crab
riding on a deer
please can we get back
to the studio with 
our gear
I fucking hate it here

1up Funk [Bobby Arsen, Hook Shot] - Beaches and Cream

So you wonder what happened on ceti alpha

Dropped on a planet you, get me after

Stop the flex and test the master

Best of the best make the best cadavers

Never make threats to just cadets

No regrets don’t forget your debts

Bring the rest just come correct

Don’t get stressed from the epithets  

Used to feel a little but the little wouldn’t do it so the little got more and more

Just kept tryin to get into the middle but the middle, pff such a bore

Everybody knows what they think they know in the end who really sure

Everybody knows that they gotta feel but never know what they feelin it for

Might’ve said it once, maybe twice maybe never said it before 

gotta keep track to keep it on track then forever see me settlin’ scores

 


Flickering fire forming in the sky

atmosphere a million shades of death

Flashing light - almost everything dead

Nothing left willingly led


Nothing left willingly led by your Fed

Nothing left willingly dead for your Fed


Nothing left but revenge and I seek it

Get my hands around the captain’s throat and squeeze it

I would call that scenic, sucka I always stay at the zenith

Watch the situation worsen

No sweat for a superior build of a person

[#%^] [MessiahCarey, Jared Sparks] - Marooned

Stuck on this island, the trouble just piling 
up and then rising above the horizon. 
Nothing surprising under the bright sun. 
Fuck with poseidon, get struck by the trident! 
Son of the titans. Thunder and lightning. 
The undeniably crummiest timing. 
A couple of hyphens-- 
I suck at describing my struggle in writing. 
I wonder if I might become reunited with dry land, 
or if anyone can even find me where I stand... 
You wouldn't happen to recognize this white sand 
by chance? 'Cause I can't! 
The return address: Desertedness. If this ever surfaces, 
pretty sure I guess you've never heard of this. 
Purposeless! Better start preparing for permanence, 
'cause of the limitations I observe myself working with. 
I wanna leave, but it dawns on me I'll probably rot on this beach. 
If I thought I'd see other people, I'd believe posthumously. 
Ardamus keeps working hard on this beat, 
but I'd find it less awkward if he'd bother talking to me. 
In shock, or just seething 'cause he thinks I caused this debacle? 
Lost in his thoughts while mine get tossed in this bottle? 
Contents long gone, God crossed off of the gospel. 
Just gotta process the awful like hot sauce up a nostril. 
Nature, a hostel as hostile as possible, 
fatally harsh and too far from a hospital. 
Lots of unsolvable problems and obstacles. 
Consciousness distorted as if through a Boss pedal. 
Give me the bronze medal in shit going wrong! 
The minute we've gone, I'll sing the victory song. 
Time ticking along. Trickery! Contradictory! Wrong! 
Shorter hours; seconds getting unpredictably long. 
Don't know what we should do, 
except accept we've stepped into a Kobayashi Maru. 
Colossally screwed across the great blue yonder. 
A quandary we don't have the philosophy to ponder, 
finding the long shot our hearts grew fonder-- 
Better yet, new harbor. Hardly. Too somber? 
Two goners, doomed to wander a handful of square feet, 
lucky if we last a mere week.

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Flaskpost

Death Cruise


Verse 1:


Cam: 
We on a BOAT
Finally off that Lonely Island
(YAH)
Singing shanties like we banshees
Harmonizing with Siren
(HAH)
Along with Lex
PSX flexin' like Hans Zimmer
Toast to the Odyssey, we bobbed and weaved
Being the shark's dinner
(STRAIGHT UP)


Siren: 
Who’s the winner of this lottery
honestly, probably me
was lost at sea but now i’m free
(laugh) flawless victory!
This Odyssey is a rare commodity
It's where I wanna be
Abroad this amphibious prodigy
Unforeseen prophecy


Lex: 
Boat was rocking we hoping it doesn’t topple over/ poppin bottles we pass em and drop em over/ never  paid but hey at least i got closure/ lost in the deep but at least we not sober 


Hook:
ALL: 
[Singing] We're off the Island
(Hootie Hoo)
[Rapping] It was lonely but found my homies, what's above is also below me
[Singing] We’re just survivin
(Hootie Hoo)
[Rapping] We might be smelly, at least we're free, all good things come in threes


Verse 2:


Lex:
Especially trees and i just twisted up fear it got me twisted up/ swear i had a chance to shake and i just messed it up/ drifting up the current of blood I’m in a trance/ lifting up my spirits for courage but i can’t




Siren:
Take a chance and dance with the siren
we'll have you spiralin, desirin more
shots of Patron, we'll have you in the zone
moving like a cyclone, you'll never be alone
Please Cam, turn up the Jams, cuz Lex is too stoned


Cam:
So isolated since the plague hit
Felt like several ages/
Gimme that bottle, so I can
Make like this fog and get hella faded/
Inebriated and vibing
To this creepy beat/
Swapping tales as we sail
Down the VP Sea/




Hook:
ALL: 
[Singing] We're off the Island
[Rapping] It was lonely but found my homies, what's above is also below me
[Singing] We’re Barely Thrivin
[Rapping] We might be smelly, at least we're free, all good things come in threes
Siren:
Well, for the time being




Verse 3


Siren: (Pass to Cam)
All we need's a handful of Pirate Booty, We're not choosy
Groupies flocking like seagulls to feast upon their skulls
Remember keep a pulse going, blood flowing, where you going Cam?!
Damn, I know you ate J, it’s okay, she was prey




Cam:
Wait, now am I trippin'?
Did y'all see the lights flicker?
(Nah-uh)
The vibe is really Silent Hilly
And this fog gettin thicker/
(Uh-huh)
Don't get it twisted, this ain't Gilligan
Ya mans not the Skipper/
(NOPE)
Off the rip, I'll abandon ship
I'm the awesomest swimmer/
(DOPE)




Lex:
A crab just plucked both my eyes from their sockets i can’t hear myself scream but i hear the devil talking (kill them)/ vomit from the pain and I’m choking on my dread/ brain is leaking out my head am i alive or am i dead all i know is 




Hook:
ALL: 
[Singing] We're off the Island
[Rapping] It was lonely but found my homies, what's above is also below me
[Singing] We're out of Hidin
[Rapping] We might be smelly, at least we're free, all good things come in threes




Verse 4:


Siren: (Pass to Everyone cuz Takeover)
[Yay!] Finally now you're souls are mine, Sorry boys, you've run out of time
Just look how their souls shine, a true sight, so divine, get in line
We haven't eaten in days, we've been deprived of such fine wine
Now all we have are these human swine, it's fine, dip’em in brine!!!


Lex:
Slip and just glide/ water on glass/ seems like the storm just passed/ wow/ maybe it was all just a dream seem cool so we gotta calm down/ swear i was scared i was screaming all out/ but wait it’s oh no cam bro check the water i just seen my reflection i don’t have a face/ i don’t think we made it


Cam:
(Well no shit)
Eaten by a demon
Wasn't on my bingo card
This the worst surprise/
(WEAKSAUCE)
But at least the token black dude
Doesn't have to be the first to die/
(YEEHAW?)
Is it karma for making J
Into chicken parma?
Well it was worth a try/
(I sorry)
Man I really hope my soul gives this ho
Bubble guts mixed with turpentine/
(Haichu)

VPC7 Round 4

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - Death Cruise (ft. Cam3 & Lex Lingo)

Chorus -x2
Ayyye yo whats that right there?
Nothin but them blue skies right there so
Take a load off, Kick your feet up
Get a drink in your hand and turn the beat up !

Verse1- Story Ville
1up Funk and Floe Riden, 
who'dve thought we'd be stranded on the same island?
one convenient coinky-dink, fill up the cup, clink-clink,
 smooth sailing if we don't spring a leak and sink!


Verse 2- Hookshot
Nothin but them blue skies on the sunshine tip
I hit the snooze, now its 9:06 - take a dip
catch a fish, and then whip up some popcorn shrimp
(sv)slap hands with hookshot (both) then light that splif !

Chorus x2-
Ayyye yo whats that right there?
Nothin but them blue skies right there so
Take a load off, Kick your feet up
Get a drink in your hand and turn the beat up !

Verse 3 - Story Ville
Loungin on the deck of the scooner, 
was looking like sure doom just a moment sooner/
now it's mai thais and shuffle board,
 coast to coast celebration port to starboard, all aboard!

Vesrse 4 - Hookshot
Poppa got sick and Bobby hopped with him 
What more can I say? GONE FISHIN !!!
Yeah life's short Ima' level with you
So kick your feet up baby we got nothin better to do ! 
THATS WHATSUP

Chorus -x2
Ayyye yo whats that right there?
Nothin but them blue skies right there so
Take a load off, Kick your feet up
Get a drink in your hand and turn the beat up !

Scratch Verse-
WHAT MORE CAN I SAY ? GONE FISHIN !!!

BPM CHANGE-
XOC -
This is captain XoC speaking.
 There seem to be 3 men floating on a log, on the starboard side of my ship. 
I need these men pulled aboard immediately.

PART 2 

Verse 1 - XOC
Alright gents, we travel thru the world, you gotta see
, living like a king, while you journey on my odyssey,
big shots here, y’all stick out like an oddity, possibly,
 i could help ya out, come and follow me, 

up in the party, you gentlemen can let go,
 SS Sin, I’m the muthafuken Xo, get low, 
(HS) - WTF is that?!(SV) - pterodactyls?
 gotta baby T-Rex in the back, and he wrestles!

Verse 2 - Storyville
I'm not tryin to wrestle a giant reptile
 this vessel's cirque de Soleil but with sex dolls
/ A mad menagerie of bad bad fantasies,
 odd audacities, all while lost at sea

Verse 3 - Hookshot
Everybody naked or covered in paint
lingerie and origonal fur - Hudsons Bay
Hooky gunna be doin some fuckin today
makin it rain champaign they dont know how to behave !

Verse 4 - Storyville
Ry got swept away in the escapades,
undressed ladies waiting but I best refrain/
they alluring and luring me in and winning me over,
so I'm slipping and giving in for doin some sinning

Verse 5 - Hookshot
Beautiful women littered in silk and topaz
Little poeple running around exposing their gonads
Animal masks and top hats to throw down
Bluts so big, gotta holdem with both hands !

Verse 6 - XOC 
That’s right you gotta use both hands, with no plans,
 to hone in on the moment, gotta view it with no stance,
 eyes wide open on a journey with no lands,
 sailing thru the water, getting pleasure like no man,

 no chance, you getting sick of the bromance, 
this place rocks, all the women wear no pants,
 what’s even better, all the women are your fans, 
so have a good time, all the fun is in your hands!

Verse 7 - Hookshot
Well it doesnt really look like anybody's gunna be judging anyone for the CRAZED SHIT
Better buckle up its gunna be a hell of a night, see you in the AM if I make it...

1up Funk [Bobby Arsen, Hookshot] - Gone Fishin (ft. Storyville & XOC)

Verse 1 
Ensign Hall...personal log

Been a 3 month deployment in deep space
And I need some enjoyment at a clean pace 
You know, a bunch of babes and beefcakes
where the beats break so hard it make my feet shake (Risa!)
The works been hard -   guess we did somethin right! 
ready to have fun tonight -  yo Ryako, what’s it like?

It’s like paradise, I swear that it’s nice
And by nice, I mean naughty 
You should take my advice
And go for a visit if you need some action
The holodeck can only give you half the satisfaction
  
Guess you're right, time for the full monty
Allllll night you'll have to pull 'em off me
Whoa, cowboy! You first need a horga'hn
A statue you display if you’re in need of a hard on
Lieutenant! Captain Sparks sure knows how to   pick 'em 
But you clocked me right, ready to lick 'em and stick 'em
Let’s go to Risa, it’s a planet made for pleasure
You can party hard and get it on at your leisure


CHORUS

Shore leave, and we’ve earned it
There’s a statue in my pocket and no phasers in sight
Shore leave, and we’ve earned it
Getting that jamaharon all day and all night
Jamaharon x4



Verse 2

Okay, Ensign Hall! Are you ready for some fun?
You should whip out that horga’hn to attract someone  
Let’s sit by the pool with our statues on display
Relax, I’m sure someone will be on their way 
Oh my god, there’s a hot blonde staring right at me
He’s got blue eyes and he’s 6’3”
Jesus, those abs are hard as a rock
And he’s got big feet, so I bet he’s got a big--- 
Stop...maybe let me at him first
Or you ‘bout to pull rank and live free with yer thirst?
Okay okay, you should do what entice
Plus his homegirl right there is lookin real nice
And they so, so  interested in all the things we like
Like going back to their p  lace to live our best life

Got a penthouse, They’re rich, I assume
Walk through the door
Wait, this doesn’t look like a room!
      
It’s a trap! (wrong fandom) these folks really seemed like the nicest
One thing’s for sure, captain sparks ain’t gonna like this


********
BREAKDOWN
********

Oh It’s all fun until you lose all your gear and get your jewels run

I expected this kind of shit from you ensign
For weeks I could smell the sexual tension; Butthole clenchin
Not to mention; I saw your holodeck logs and damn son
I have no idea where that pornhub holo program even came from

lieutenant ryako, I don’t even know what to say
How you gonna go and lead my bro astray
You shoulda know this shit was mayday
The minute you put that hor gan on display

you knew better, Hall; So Ryako won’t take the whole fall
I could have you out of Star fleet; With one sub space phone call
So you can take some sort of heat too; Wait, too late huh?
Thinking w your cock Got it burnin don’t it? Better call phlox

And then there’s the mugging; you went and got all your gear took?
And when I show this report to the admiral
How you think that’s gonna look?

After this disaster; you’ll both spend the next three cycles scrubbing
plasma reactors
Not to mention the factor; One minor complicator
That we can’t seem to find 
EITHER OF YOUR GOD DAMNED COMMUNICATORS

AND WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR PANTS

WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELVES




FINAL CHORUS

Shore leave, and we’ve earned it
There’s a statue in my pocket and no phasers in sight
Shore leave, and we’ve earned it
Getting that jamaharon all day and all night
Jamaharon x4

[#%^] - Ensign's Holiday (Where the Fuck Are My Pants) (ft. Ryako)

30 second intro.
Ardamus: check it check it check it….it goes like this….XOC is in the house….Vincent E.L. they're in the house...Ardamus I'm in the house….Point Seven 5 we're in the house and….(intro fades)


(Intro fades. Then intro of beat drops)
(Banter from Vincent E. L. and XOC? Optional)


Chorus:
Ardamus: I'm celebratin' elevating other paths
Never settle fo.r the medal when the devil stab a brotha's back
Break the bank, break it down but dont break ya neck
You can take a chill pill still while you take the check 
XOC: -Everything is changing I’m no longer what I thought about, 
steady rearranging, the complaining getting smothered out,
 begging for forgiveness, those are things I do not talk about,
 burying my past, take my future on another route -
Vincent E. L.:I've been depressed of late and estimate 
it's not my last time feeling less than great, 
but as I investigate my mind in its present state, 
I guess you could say it's better than yesterday. Arda, you good? 
A: Damn right, I'm good. Yo XO are you good? 
X: Damn right, I'm good. E. L. are you good?
V: All things considered, I'm good.
All: damn right yo it's still all good




Verses pt. 1
X:-Blessed be my day, cause I finally could say so, 
blessed be my day, I no longer have to lay low,
 blessed be my day cause it’s looking like a new one, 
finally can say I made it out of the confusion
A:Illusion, Enforced vision of course hit em'
core twitchin' rewired my whole support system
Hundid percent, come get me, run efficiently 
sippin' rum, having some epiphanies
V: Just when I think I've forgotten how to write, 
and any other thought is out of sight and inspiration's not about to strike, 
I hear this sound, and it's like I'm surrounded by 
astounding amounts to type and signs that life is finally right. 


Chorus:
Ardamus: I'm celebratin' elevating other paths
Never settle for the medal when the devil stab a brotha's back
Break the bank, break it down but dont break ya neck
You can take a chill pill still while you take the check 
XOC: -Everything is changing I’m no longer what I thought about, 
steady rearranging, the complaining getting smothered out,
 begging for forgiveness, those are things I do not talk about,
 burying my past, take my future on another route -
Vincent E. L.:I've been depressed of late and estimate 
it's not my last time feeling less than great, 
but as I investigate my mind in its present state, 
I guess you could say it's better than yesterday. Arda, you good? 
A: Damn right, I'm good. Yo XO are you good? 
X: Damn right, I'm good. E. L. are you good?
V: All things considered, I'm good.
All: damn right yo it's still all good


Verses pt. 2
V: It's a new dawn, new day, new life, 
loose ties turn to tight bonds when the glue dries. 
Up ahead, a promise of blue skies, 
as long as I choose wisely as I deduce where the truth lies.  
X:-Vision the imagery, 
talk about the balance and the symmetry,
Witness an existence with a past they planted into me,
Started as a child, when they promptly ran it into me,
You kidding me, left me here with years to fight the misery
A:- Oozin' out my pores, blood and sweat
Held back the tears with enough regrets
I'm slowin' down, speedin' up, the revelation
Happens everytime around the team when we're….

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Still All Good (ft. XOC)

I've grown so much during this sonnet voyage across unknown oceans I've always wanted to float in, but now it has come to a conclusion, who's winnin, who's losin this game of amusement, I'm losing my purpose, tell me was it all worth it? 

I'm still searching for that spark to create a true work of art, a masterpiece that hits top marks. With the sweetness of a harp, but with the fierceness of a shark, as swift as a fox, as strong as an Ox and more terrifying than Pandora's Box. 


For the dawn approaches and I'm still filled with these emotions, no roses, just an endless ocean of dread, no one will hear what I've said, no tears will be shed, these words misread, once more with my voice torn to shreds, full speed ahead!


With all the choices I've made I won't go back to erase my mistakes, I will look back to rejoice and say that this descending grace was always going to take place, for this is never ending fate I'm doomed to never fully escape


Forever I'll seek to be The Greatest Sea Terror, with a beautiful voice that could perfectly pleasure each measure, with the gaze of a harlot that could make you all surrender, Just imagine, this Siren hasn't even shown you her feathers


No matter the weather we will forever be together without a failure, I'll never be alone with all the souls I own, they are my life, they are my home, for they are the works of art that I've chosen to sit upon this watery Throne


These broken ambrosian souls are woven into my one true devotion, one spoken explosion of emotion that has awoken the biggest part of me, I'm free, we'll leave our marks and never depart for this is where it starts. 


I've illustrated my heart's song, I've coordinated my prolog, and formulated my catalogue, it's not much but I've made it this far, and with these battle scars I will arm up my squad and symphonically carve our name in the stars! 


Hook: 
She voyaged through Thalassa 
With her armies in a trance 
She conquered all of Gaia So no mortal stood a chance 
The Gods mourned their patrons 
Souls were hers to command 
For she's the hourglass and She's the last grain of sand


For she's the hourglass and She's the last grain of sand!

VPC7 Round 5

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - The Great Odyssey (feat. Ultraklystron)

Drums, drum programming & samples: Jared Sparks
Keys: Shane Hall
Uke Bass: Damn Selene

The map is not the territory
And the place you are has no name
If you just showed up and said the story
They’d be so so glad that you came
So glad that you came (the map is not the terrain!)
So glad that you came (the map is not the terrain!)

Ya got no regerts (that’s regrets)
Do what ya gotta tho ya know it hurts
And no..no yer just not sure, ya got no plan
but it won’t deter 
And the truth is ya never really needed to know
You got a brain that’s trouble and a hedonist flow
And even if ya never get your piece of the dough
that in itself is no reason to go
Ya lost more folks than most folks had
And I know it made ya so so sad
That’s the past just can’t go back 
But ya know what - I know that you know that
So phat, then it was dope, 
then it would slap and then everyone’s woke
And it ain’t yer words that did it,
So ya gotta be your own personal cynic,
You kinda gotta start at the beginning 
don’t be immersed in the finish,
Put on yer grimace and live a
Life underground come up for air with the misfits
If nobody sees it nobody cares about yer mischief
You will blink and it turns out you missed it
So much more to life than this shit
Not that you’ll ever know if you don’t risk it

[#%^] [Messiah Carey, Jared Sparks] - No Regerts (The Map is Not the Terrain)

Sorry to bother you. 
I know you've got a lot of stuff on your plate. 
You're brushing up against the date and look at the nothing you've made! 
It's tough to resuscitate your lust to create. You've been crushing it lately, 
but now you're getting crushed under the weight. 
Must be great knowing it's much too late to start. 
A game of art, not for the faint of heart. 
Play your cards, portray this as your "favorite part" 
and maybe they won't pay regard to the quotation marks. 
[Aw, poor baby...] I hear you're supposed to write a letter to yourself. 
I don't envy you, but at least you know you better than anyone else. 
You won't excel with every breath you exhale, 
but never put pencil to paper and you'll definitely fail. 
You're in the belly of the whale. Telling a tale 
you might as well be spelling in braille to an elephant snail. 
That's a hell of a way to tell em you're well on your way to dismount 
the intelligence scale looking delicate, frail and incredibly pale. 
Better get it together, level with Nebuchadnezzar, 
and tell yourself you're better than ever, 
and get the twenty that's left on the dresser. 
A generous treasure for selling a pheasant your feathers. 
An elegant gesture, but can you weather the pressure 
of penning an eloquent letter from behind the delicatessen? 
I don't know what you expect to get for sending a message except 
an exacerbated sense of emptiness. Depressed and upset 
at the sentiment settling in the sediment. 
Is it getting too meta to meditate on the genuine? 
Would you have to explain what every letter meant? 
You're writing to yourself. It's technically self-evident. 
You're reticent, hesitant to express your perspective and 
you've never said anything without any prep and editing. 
You're spending a minute twenty ingeminating the premise when 
you could instead with brevity pretend to be semi-intelligent. 

[Write. You cannot write. 
Write, on time. 
Three days until the deadline, 
still not having written a word? 
Write. You cannot write. 
You cannot...write words. 
Write. You cannot... 
...write on time.]

Dear waste paper basket, this halfwitted draft 
written past the halfway mark's definitely getting trashed, 
pretty fast. It is massively daft. 
Asininity about to hit critical mass. 
When you tell yourself you won't finish the given task, 
you're spitting scientific facts. It's simple math. 
At the risk of getting crass, you and your shitty raps 
are committing acts of lyrical Syrup of Ipecac. 
If they don't skip this track, you're getting ripped in half. 
Like the the napkin you scratch your inscriptions at. 
They will snicker and laugh, tickled pastel pink 
with nipple clamps and compare you to Nickelback. 
A triple pass of rewrites won't fix this gaffe. 
Your talent's as nonexistent as the middle class. 
You need to get off your ass, you haven't achieved a thing 
since bringing your babysitter back from Fribbulus Xax. 
Maybe it's for the best that all you're gonna do 
is send a dorky message to an audience of you. 
It's been a long time since you seemed promising and new. 
You're a disgrace to your name and your mom is gonna sue. 
Are you getting through to yourself or is it in one ear, 
out the other, as you sputter another opinion? 
Weird? Utterly, but it's been done, all you could think of. 
Enough, pencils down, it's time to give up.

VPC7 ALL TRACKS

Happi // Mike Bananas