2 minute maximum length
Vocalist may not use any forms of "to be"
(be, am, is, are, was, were, being, been)
No Punch Ins
(each verse must be in one take)
No Adlibs

Producer must source and feature prominently the sounds of nature
(sounds can be sourced or sampled)
Producer may only sample "Amen Brother" by The Winstons
(no other external music samples may be used)

Artwork Challenge (for fun):
MS Paint style art only!

VPC7 Round Three - Message In A Bottle

VPC7 R3: Message in a Bottle (Top to Bottom)

1up Funk

VPC7 ALL TRACKS

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!

VPC 7 Round 1

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

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...

VPC 7 Round 2

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

ch.
bury me with all my shit
don't want you to have it

v.
to whomever it may concern
no concern of mine
bury me with all my shit
leave no trace behind

holiday, a castaway,
murder and a suicide
heaven knows carusoe goes
on friday nights for homicide

someone get some just rewards
wilson ever get ahead
willpower makes you fucking bored
boredom makes you more depressed

just a desert, just desserts
guess what you deserve?
deserted and you know the worst
deserted with a kilo hurts

shallac a thousand blackest nights
stranger stranded on the sand
shiv 'em, shank 'em, saw, a knife
strangle 'em with my two hands

this little note, uhh
I hope it float, uhh
just like a body baby
just like a boat, uhh

and if it sinks, yeah
then burn a witch, uhh
or just another 
motherfuckin' evil bitch, so

don't call the cops, no
call no police, yeah
don't go send out, no
no SOS, uhh

just bury me, yeah
with all my shit, uhh
and all I got
my last request

VPC 7 Round 3

Thot Team Epic [Nursehella, Ultraklystron] - Bury Me (With All My Shit)

"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=

The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0] - GONE

Mouth all dry and shit

Don’t go looking for things
that you don’t wanna find might  just end up on this island  wash up with me on the tide 
Take it all in stride Feel the pain i feel alive 
I swear i tried but i needed my supply 

Like here i stand
deep
head planted in sand. 
Swear the pills get demanding 
like bitch go grab me a sandwich 
need a bandage
i took every one i could manage
and they just kept taking advantage
fell and i finally landed
on my face
locked in that dark place with no escape 
accept my fate
lost without my grace 
change my face till it erased
think i need my space 
but i still long for your embrace
attitudes i chase 
chemicals i taste
looking like some palm trees 
rotting at the roots
isolate me 
then you wanna talk about abuse
seen so many fall and still i thought myself immune
you like to accuse when you ain’t got no fucking proof 
shaking like a leaf spitting blood again
Guess I’ll just get it out the mud again
Cut em off  looking for some drugs again
Like he don’t love himself how she in love with him
guess that he plugged -ed in
i got a win and i rubbed it in
sitting alone at a pub again 
lining it up till i can’t walk a line
people keep saying You outta your mind
shit lookin fine
Feeling divine 
Each spiral is feelin like slowly reclining back to the bud again
sand on my toes snow in my nose inside the hole i created alone
just got too scared of becoming a drone
panicking family hitting the phone
i shoulda known not to go looking cuz i could get lost shouldn’t a pushed it and thought of the cost
proof in the pudding get fucking exhausting 

just snacking on this can of worms

Shawn Solo & Lex Lingo [Lex Lingo, Shawn Solo] - Things You Dont Want to Find

--plane crashed--
--first contact made--
--delivered a message--
--they do not come in peace--

they hide among the clouds
they lie alone in wait
they watched us all evolve
they watched us decimate

they gave us all the chances
they could ever offer
but we failed all the tests
why'd they even bother

time to 
burn this
world down, 
start it over

we deserve this
grab your loved ones,
hold them closer

watch the fireworks
light a burning 
pathway in the 
sky, take a final breath:
kiss it all goodbye

HOOK:
no stars in the sky
no god showing love
just arms in disguise
raining death from above
no stars in the sky
no god showing love
no chance to survive
just death from above


judgment day
finally falls upon us
you can't blame religion,
no collision of the 
comets, just you hopeless
parasites feeding on the 
earth, void of any worth,
undeserving, over-birthed

you could have heard them
if you only listened

we've conquered galaxies:
the sun, the moon, the stars, now we've
come to take our planet back
before you go too far

Easy fix.

HOOK:
no stars in the sky
no god showing love
just arms in disguise
raining death from above
no stars in the sky
no god showing love
no chance to survive
just death from above

Sailor Doom Remix [Johnny Hacknslash, Twill Distilled] - Death From Above

The truth begets marooned  adrift
Lost the plot
Listless lost the list, 
In My mission I’d become remiss
Clutched in my fist and It all just slipped
I even doubted my purpose
On purpose and watched it eclipse
Just watched it eclipse

Rather die seeking land
Than leave my bleached bones in the sand
Seek getting seen until the bitter end
Lost and never found 
Lost and never found 

So I fell in a well of my own design
Grief regret and weight of the lie
I told myself “I tried”
Truly did I? No.
I no longer ride the waves
The echoing phrase
lost and never found
lost and never found

Obvious Corruption [Obvious Lee, Cosmic Ray Corruption] - Never Found

[#raccune]
Message in a bottle, no not for me
I don't need to write a damn thing on that USB
I got a mermaid pregnant, start a family
And we live on this island for eternity

Don't type no lines, I'ma live my best life
I'm not hallucinating dude, that mermaid is my wife
In this fool's paradise there could be nothing wrong
Try and leave if you want, NoShoes, but I'm staying on.

Oh man, uh... I'm kinda not feeling that good. Oh I think I need to drink some water or something. I think I'm seeing stuff.

[NoShoes]

Gee. you probably don't even know shoes
washed up on many shores, the water knowin' these blues
no stranger to storms, they know there's nothing to prove
The plane's gone, this songs' words the last spit that I'll do
so many hugs that I've missed, opportunities dusted
bonds strengthened and broken, tokens familiar but rusted
taken blows from my friends when foes from yesterday trusted
Onward comes a slow death these bones soon barnacle encrusted
tell my kin that I love them. asure the mrs not worry
it's all been a trip, ignored the road for the journey
must have really done dirt, fate chose a deadlocked jury
now merely a flicker of what was a blazing hot fury
damn foolish of I, to say I've made no regrets
I'd have a lot more to say, if we'd just found a cassette
Not much longer now, my insulin pump's at 1%
if the ship comes in I'll miss it, my souls done got up and went...

Night City Glitches [NoShoes, #Raccune] - Tom Hanks

nonconformists they sing in chorus to poor performance
receive a warning yo Beefy sporting a stegosaurus
Oldest gen but still my importance remains enormous
Often dormant cause feeling boring just never for us

Why don't we find the one getting the rub
the one straight up covered in enemy blood
 the one sneaky coveting all of your love
and planted like roots in  he river, resisting the flood
And overweight generous stud
 addicted to Tanner like audio drug
neither of us ever giving a fuck
baby what up?

But maybe still nothing to see here
darkness surrounds us but stay clear
Jean-Luc'ing out in the frontier 
bucking with horns saying oh dear
faces they changing like Top Gear
check for a minute then out in a second
cause nothing could get me to leave here

So why you even trying?
said that I'd go off the grid and Beef not known for lying
finally I saw myself, the image terrifying
levels rising, body dying, I just care about the hiding
socially sneaky
I don't want em to see me
breathing in deeply
giving up easy
making up progress
laying out carpets  
eliminate profits
take out the targets   
make em regret ever calling you artist 

Return that shit to sender
Independent, no surrender 
Return that shit to sender 
Relocating here forever

Muscle Laughing Shrimp [Beefy, tanner4105] - Return to Sender

MUPPET RONIN - ISLAND NOT GOOD

YO
PLEASE HELP, KABUTO STUCK ISLAND
I UHH...HIT HEAD COCONUT, FORGET HOW RHYMING
ONLY KNOW CLIMBING, SURVIVING, MAKE KNIFE
ALSO DID BUILD SHELTER FOR LEOPARD HIDING
NO FOOD HERE, SPICY GROSS WATER
DRINKING HEAD BONK JUICE BITING ROAST OTTER
MISS FAMILY, WIFE, SON, DAUGHTER
NIGHT COLD, SCARY--BUT IN DAY, SUN HOTTER
ONLY HAVE ONE BOOK, CALL HARRY POTTER
CANNOT READ HARRY POTTER BECAUSE TRANSPHOBIC
DAMN, SCOPE IT--WISH WAS WOKED BUT
CANT READ HARRY POTTER BECAUSE HIT HEAD COCONUT
ISLAND NOT GOOD--DAMNABLY SHITTY
WISH HAD CRASH LANDED IN RANDIAN CITY
OR AT LEAST ON ISLAND WITH CONSPIRACY THEORY
TIME PARADOX BLACK SMOKE...UHHHH
WISH HAD INTERNET, STREAMABLE MEDIA
KABUTO NEVER SEEN "LOST" NEED WIKIPEDIA
MUST LEARN WAY OF MAKE RAFT OR BOAT
ALSO HELMET IN CASE HIT HEAD COCONUT
AND YET... KABUTO LOVE COCONUT
NO BABES HERE, ONLY GIRLFRIEND COCONUT
PLANE DOWN NO SURVIVOR N.T.S.B. OPEN SHUT
NO ONE ELSE HERE CALLIN KABUTO THE LOCAL NUT
JUST COCONUT...ONLY COCONUT
HEAD SWELLIN, DOESNT HURT, SYNAPSES ARE CLOSIN UP
SIT WITH COCONUT, LOOK OUT AT THE OCEAN DUSK
DONT LOOK NOW BUT...TRYNA COCO-NUT
U FEEL ME
K.T.C.
LISTEN, LOOK AT ME
LOOK AT ME
DONT LOOK FOR ME

Muppet Ronin [Kabuto the Coconut, Coconut Sullivan] - Island Not Good

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

Don’t ignore yourself
If you find that you harbor a passion
That might treat you well
For a while, but it causes disaster
In the end of it all


In the end of it all
I hate that I ever paid mind to those who buried their intentions
They considered careers in the arts too unrealistic
I had good grades so a safer career obviously made sense to
Those who lived in fear of risk, but I listened


Once I embraced my ambition
I thought I’d finally begun to ascend and
Live out the dream I’d resisted


Life went and cut me off
How much would I have accomplished
If I never ran away from what lived in my heart


How many lives could I touch
If I just
Trusted myself and did my art


If you choose to pay attention
Please don’t miss out on your chance to 
Make your start




Don’t ignore yourself
If you find that you harbor a passion
That might treat you well
For a while, but it causes disaster
In the end of it all


In the end of it all
I don’t believe I ignored any call
I just waited too long to get involved
Don’t mimick me 
Getting stuck in Opinions of others
Then wishing 
That you never stalled


Believe in yourself and embrace every fall
when you get back up 
New knowledge will stack up
And buff you so now you can keep standing tall


I needed way too much validation
Eventually I stopped ignoring my fears I knew that I had to face them
I stopped suppressing negative emotions and decided to embrace them
But now I wonder if the phrase “too late”
can Evolve into "channeling greatness"?


Do better than me

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Dont Ignore Yourself

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

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

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….

VPC7 Round 4

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

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 Round 5

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] Emetographia feat. Klopfenpop

Chorus:

 

Good things come to those that wait

But we take it

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

1up on the grind

So the times never wasted

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

Verse 1:

 

One does not simply stumble into greatness

You want to open more doors, the key is just to take it

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

A wave with no apex, you know I’m never breaking

 

I don’t always kick raps like I’m Vader in the booth

Oh wait, I do I’m leaving craters on the moon

So you better make room Venomous when I talk sick

Awe Shit, Slick, when I knock em out the box Rick 

 

1up is my boss so I’m never running late  like

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to come in on Sunday”

No napping, taking action like I’m Bilbo Baggins

We make all the videos and slay our own dragons

 

Not finna find a fan base waiting on your doorstep

Not the droids you’re looking for, don’t try to force it

Of course Hook Shot is the Chewbacca to my Solo

We’re giving you a Link to get em hooked like Miyamoto

 

Chorus:

 

Good things come to those that wait

But we take it

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

1up on the grind

So the times never wasted

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

Verse 2:

 

Growing up I had to learn my lessons all the wrong way

Life is what you make it so were not taking the long way

I’m bolting on a track, and leaving you behind

Sonic couldn’t match my pace, change my mind

 

The game is pay to play, regardless what you put in

Like old Jell-o in the fridge, it’s a little off putting (pudding)

No manager no sponsorship no air time afforded

Everything you see from us we crafted and recorded

 

It used to be a struggle just to get the song running

Like brace yourself, the studio bill is coming

Every day defeated like jogging with a strong cramp

It would just be easier to take the exit off ramp

 

But we never veer were sticking to the main street

Soon enough you’ll hear our nerdy raps up in the main stream

Now we’ve got so much on deck were giving it away for free 

Like you get a beat, and you get a beat, and

everybody gets a new Hook Shot beat

 

Chorus:

 

Good things come to those that wait

But we take it

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

1up on the grind

So the times never wasted

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

1up Funk - Leeroy Jenkins

Verse 1:

Copped a pair of tickets to Aguadilla Puerto Rico
A Shabby Single prop shook the fabric off my geek soul
Landed in the crop dust atmosphere of thick musk
Scooped a rusty jeep up and headed towards freedom

Dusk on the horizon eyelids full of sandbags
Vehicle wheezed engine seized in a hard lag
Halted on a back road skyline made of Onyx
Freezing with no compass as the night descends upon us

Saw a dingy porch light flicker in the distance
Hooky guard the mothership, I'm gonna find assistance
Local at the creaky door speaking broken English
Gave me what I needed but proceeded with a pretense

Pre-Chorus:

Moon rises
You can hear the crickets...

Creepy eyes
Staring through the thicket...

If you're quiet
You can hear him walking...

Run and hide, from the night stalker

Chorus:

The Chupacabra X 4 (Everybody Do the Chupacabra)

Verse 2:

Trudging down the highway something peering through the cold wind
Hooky's phone was on the seat soaked in hemoglobin
Audio recording stored a bone rattling wail
Eyes illuminated peering through the blood trail

Equipped the maglight and the machete that I picked up
Scoured the landscape as I wandered through the thick brush
Foot hit a pothole dropped in a rock bowl, and froze as I saw a gargoyle with a dark soul

Hookshot appeared lacerated to all hell
Slung me on his shoulder as he bellowed a Loud yell
Swinging for the fences mumbling and chattering
Struggling to spit a sentence, What is hell happening?!

We need to move, no time for explanation
Stumbling and listening to cackles, heart racing
Revved the engine pedal pushing through the Macabre
And Narrowly escaped to tell the tale of Chupacabra

Pre-Chorus:

Moon rises
You can hear the crickets...

Creepy eyes
Staring through the thicket...

If you're quiet
You can hear him walking...

Run and hide, from the night stalker

Chorus:

The Chupacabra X 4 (Everybody Do the Chupacabra)

Bridge:

Creature dark as granite, ancient as the earth
This ain't our planet, They were here first
Never see em coming, lurking in the shadow
Thinking were the apex, to them were just cattle X 2

Chorus:

The Chupacabra X 4 (Everybody Do the Chupacabra)

VPC6 Round 2

1up Funk - Chupacabra

PLACE YOUR VOTES NOW!
CHALLENGE:
Just like hip hop has its Four Elements, a certain musical festival that is most assuredly not a donut (^_~) has elements of its own.

(Some of) those elements are: chiptune, video game music (VGM), visualism and nerdcore hip hop. This challenge will have teams integrating these elements into one track.

To start off this alignment, we bring you three videos, brought to you by none other than visual artist Pixelseed!

Crave: https://youtu.be/jnDDc_0CvJ4

Droids: https://youtu.be/YKvSww3lEhw

Mosquito: https://youtu.be/ZMfCpci01G4

Your job, as a team, is to pick the video you like the best, and then create the soundtrack to it! 

Seems easy enough, right?

Well, producers, your challenge is to tie in chiptune elements into your song.  You can go as minimal or maximized as you’d like, but the element(s) chosen need to be clear and identifiable.  Oh and if that wasn’t enough, we’re going to need you to build the hook of your track around an arpeggio. You can flex your muscles and write a completely original one yourself, but if that seems like too daunting a task, then you can borrow one – but it must be from a video game.

Vocalists, you’re here to represent nerdcore hip hop at it’s finest.  We want to see you whipping out your finest multisyllabic rhymes – at least 50% – to be precise.   Oh, and we need you to really get your point across by including some fire adlibs. 

So that’s it, really.  Not too bad huh? All you need to do is pay homage to your sister scenes. 

Oh, and don’t stress too much if you’re unable to edit your song to the video you choose, while you’re welcome to do it yourself to achieve perfection, we will also do it on behalf of anyone who isn’t able to.

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

NerdcoreVPC