VPC7 Round Zero - Pre-VPC Preview Tracks

SirenSeraph Collection

Verse 1 (Messiah Carey):

Just call us brackets
and check how long we been at it
I remember when the Olympics hit Placid
Before Orlando had Magic
Back when Gretski hit us with the hat trick
I listened to Prodigy and Havoc
and Mr Boombastik
before Slip Knot maggots
and Juggalo hatchets
when muggles used match sticks
and blockbuster had it
long enough to flip a track quick
sayin this is that phat shit
hangin out with the bad fish
drinkin fuckin Zimas gettin blasted, shit
you either had it or you matched with it
and we always had the baddest clique
since then we stayed passionate
at this point you could say we're just mashin it
like potatos
tell we where the day go, when the world was dayglow i would hit you with my payphone
horde all the play dough
run you for your pesos
you ask me why? senor cuz i say so
paint i'm huffin, hey awe muffin
what more can i say? I'm bluffin
I never stole nothin from anyone
i come through, and i'm getting done
getting finished
it's not a realtime scrimmage
i do what i can from here in to infinites and beyond and back
i'm stompin crap
this aint the 80s i want it back.


Verse 2 (Jared Sparks):

We on some squiddle ditty dee blot

Spit like damn I hope these motherfuckers got they flu shots

We rep them boondocks

I wrote this one in camo shorts and flip flops

My carharts is older than your k pops

Brackets

hijack hi jinx like zaphod beeblebrox it’s a shame how

Shane made me censor this a lot, plus he's a cop

while Jared sparks

Kicks the beat box

Word on the street is that

We should really detox

Nah let’s push the Heart of gold to the weed spot

Eeeeert y’all got that cheetah piss?

After we squeeze these spider tits

We housin habanero hummuses and pita chips

And rehash every last one of these treatises

VPC 7 Round 0

[#%^] [Messiah Carey, Jared Sparks] - Okboomerz

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Vince is old school like Princess Toadstool.
Your grandma's sewing circle thinks it's so cool.
I rebuild and music is my principal tool.
I spit rhymes while these kids just flow drool.
I take it back to the olden days. The golden age
When MC's knew how to hold a stage
and stand on a mic with rhymes that fold the page
and leave you so ashamed of your own you can't show your face.
I'll go to-- [space]. A small step for an enby.
A giant leap away from any speckle of trendy.
Recommend me whatever the heck and send me a cheque
and I'll spend it on an endless assemblance of venerable tech.
We're the creme de la gremlins 2 [the new batch],
which you and your crew would be stupid to pursue the opportunity to match.
A true catch, like zubats or whatever the kids are into.
The rare shiny thing long since discontinued.

[CHORUS]
[Both] We told you what it could be. An oldie but a goodie.
We'll show you how to boogie with our logo on your hoodie.
[A]And we Truly kept it how it was just a few enhancements
And Maybe yo it's old school we some new advancements 
[Both] We told you what it could be. An oldie but a goodie.
We'll show you how to boogie with our logo on your hoodie.
[V] 'Cause the present is depressing and we're pressing our luck
betting the music of the past helps you forget that it sucked.

[Ardamus] 
 
So old school yeah yeah that's bold
Yeah I'm an old fart,
Still rippin' you an new asshole
Don't even care if there's even fiber in your diet
A wordsmith leave you enlightened by the science
Start keepin' ya trap shut, and leave it at that
And dont tell these damn nerds that it's easy to rap
Comics dont even do it with jokes
dope dealers dont do it with dope
Just revealin' the scope
what you think you see tho, taking it back
crates of breakbeats, breakin' ya backs
It was makin' ya rap
And rhyme hard
And You weren't a DJ because you showed up and you brought you iPod
iPad, iPhone whatever you kids buy
No need for guns if they're lettin' the fists fly
Breakin' on the cardboard, practicin' beatbox
See back in my days, yo it started with street hop

[CHORUS] 

[A]
Mindless chat, Time elasped
Out of pocket ass theory on what might collapse
Proofread it was written on the walls
Addictive old ways, now I keep gettin' withdrawals
Quick pause on the tape let's stay in the moment
Parallel universe take it and clone it
It wont be the same fade and the hi-tops
Turn it up a taste with the bass it might rock

[V] There's never been a time when everything was fine.
At least none that springs to mind.
We've been advised to leave that to which we cling behind,
kill it if we have to and never hit rewind.
But the thinner line might be minimized slightly
by the inner light we bring that shines brightly.
Strings that bind tightly, wings that fly lightly,
redefine things you think, and quite right, we-- 

 [CHORUS]

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L, Ardamus] - Oldie But A Goodie

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

VPC 7 Round 1

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

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

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

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)

[Ardamus's verse]
Famous in Nerdcore, shit, I'm cool on it
No hatin', just sayin'if that's you wanted
And I don't give a damn if you rap at the right pace
Some yall like rap when its backed with a white face
And if that ain't you, just shut fuck up
Take a three clover, it's over your luck's up
Some of us battled fools who had guns in their waistline
Way before you could even function with face time
Before adult swim came on a late time
Back when your parents kept ignorin' the hate crimes
(Oh they still on it) no actual silence
Yelling all your plans like the Capitol riots
If I make you mask up, factual science
If I take ya task up, ya have an alliance
With the bathroom floor, as I take away stans
I'm like Urkel on the court with the breakaway pants

[Ardamus's Hook - 3x]
So sick of this shiiiiit.....
I got outta bed for this.....

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Your non-weedsmoking token Swede made this dope ass beat in point five of a minute,
and I've got private citizens high, none the wiser, vibing with it.
Sky's the limit, type of shit I wipe from my lids in the morning,
I make heads nod in the middle of yawning.
Got you drawn in, fawning, on and on again.
It both is and can't be beat, 'cause it's a homonym. Astonishing
prominent promising competent shaman in audio processing,
vomiting vowels and consonants. Towels? Come toss 'em in.
Play possum and cross the jostling off of the list,
'cause .5 think outside the sarcophagus.
Hands and esophaguses discharing raw awesomeness.
Possibly blossoming into gods of incomparable consciousness.
Cream of the crop of this contest, no opposition.
This competition will end with one position.
Not first, point five. Half a double decker sandwich.
This is the part where I remind you it's my second language.

[refräng]
Så trött på skiten... Är det här vad jag klev ur sängen för?

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Outta Bed

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Assigned producer or vocalist.
Separate and distinct, otherwise you're a loser or don't exist.
One of two roles, but I've found that they might vary
and when have I ever bowed down to a binary?
I'll lie buried before I prioritize winning,
eyes brimming at the prize, grinning in the ninth inning,
over taking part in the creative challenge  
without wasting talents, holding back in the name of "balance".
Eighty gallons of raw skill, and you want half of it?
Pour out the forty in a sacrifice to Baphomet?
Don't want your teams too passionate?
Just a fraction of the imaginative capacity of this cabinet?
The sign says "must be this tall to ride".
Well, we're above it, so we're disqualified.
And when you all have died and the dust has settled,
there won't be anyone upon whom to thrust the medals.
Rusty kettles whistle as we boil over, soil coasters  
and spoil your royal clover club with soy yogurt.
Annoy voters by proxy, openly mocking the system
and showing the moxie to throw the whole competition.
We'll talk, you'll listen, you'll all be wishing we won
when the mission is done, consensus is "this has been fun".
The distance we've run will be worth it,
'cause we multiplied the challenge and managed to still be perfect.

Unless you're super judgmental,
here's .5 Quartet, two for one special.
Twice as many as half of all of us.
Too advanced of math for dogmatists.
With risk you'll lose a blood vessel,
here's .5 Quartet, two for one special.
Doesn't matter if it's good or bad.
Just imagine what you could've had.

I'm pulling double duty, but I'm only one part of this.
I didn't make this beat, but I sent one off to Ardamus.
Our tracks will have you begging for an armistice.
Not for mercy, but rather to offer arguments
in our favor to the judges
till their stance on team structure budges.
Anything between raucus riots and humble nudges
till the maximum number of tracks per round fudges.
But don't hold grudges at our inevitable loss.
We're the martyrs in this myth and heavy is the cross.
The devil's in the flaws and the gods are gonna hate on us,
but in a few weeks all your followers are satanists.
We're great at this. It's like we're spinning thread.
We could do this even if we were the living dead.
Wait, I just got word from Ardamus, it seems I've been misled.
He won't be doing vocals, so I guess we'll simply win instead.

[Ardamus]
...Sike....
I drove you crazy
don't trip, I'm still gonna rip that beat you gave me
but i had to be an opportunist
they jump the gun with their round 0 but they never try and hop the bullet
More than Mario
doing Cardio
Sorry yo
I was never from the streets but I played around in barrios
Pardon my pardon beggin' my pardon no Dolly Parton
Startin' to get my star when they often keep jockin' my jargon
Harden with beard on my face, tryin' to ball again
I'm hardened with a sneer on my face, high as balls again
Figured its a good idea to show a little 
what could happen when you have the right combination and flow a little
and...show a little, in this showcase, flow great
I kept diggin' and diggin' now I got mo' crates
Sure bet with the point five quartet
with EL on my drums, you should know we're a sure threat

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - 2-For-1 Special

SO I SPEAK RAPS, WEAR A SNAPBACK AND ADIDASS
PEEL YOUR WIG LIKE A SAILOR DO A CAN OF SPINACH
ME AND BEAKER SLEEK, KEEP CASH AS WE CLINK GLASS
HIT UR SHORTY WOPS NEAT ASS WITH A SKEET BLAST (CONSENSUALLY)
WHILE YOU WERE WATCHIN HENTAIS WITH TENTACLES, ANEMONES
NEVER CALL ME SENPAI BRO YOU ARE DEAD TO ME
CHEAP DOC DEMENTO SHITS OFFENDING ME
AND YES ITS ME, YET YOUR WHOLE STYLE IS PRETEND TO ME
(FAKE) NO YOUR BANDCAMP ALBUM ISNT TEMPTING ME
HEAVILY, IM SHARPENING MY BLADES IN THE HEBRIDES
I'M GREAT, YOU WILL NEVER BE, IN A CENTURY
AND YOU COULD NEVER PLAY THIS LORD...EVONY
DA BUTO (YEAH), THE PYTHON (DA BUTO)
NEAT BITCH, TALI FEET PICS WITH THE TWO TOE
PYTHON LIKE FOR EACH LOOP EXECUTE CODE
PYTHON LONG JOHN SILVER YOU ARE TOO CHODE
MOOK FLOW (PAID) MAD RESPECTABLE THE FLAT RATE
YALL AINT GOT THE GOUDA THEN YA TELL ME HOW MY MASK TASTE
CASH, CAKE, TALENT, ITS EXPECTED THAT I SMASH GREAT
STATE THAT EVEN LADY DIMITRESCU COP THE FAT EIGHT

危険な子供たち [Kabuto The Python, Beaker Sullivan] -goylemat

Oh! Hello there.
It's very nice to meet you all.
My name is SirenSeraph,
And these lovely ladies represent PSX, Sing it ladies!

Hook 1:
Feel the waves swell, you're compled, say farewell,  my Darling
Come follow me, you'll agree, i'm the key, as you sink to the
Soon you will know, down below, our love grows, my Darling
Into the sea, you will see you are free now that you're soul belongs to me

Verse 1:
Hi my name is Siren, a daughter of Poseidon,
My rhymes so vibrant, they be followin through my trident
Call me your Highness when you step onto my island
My kindness is timeless, but leaves your body lifeless
Persistant in my metronome, repeating echoes in my dome
Won't you follow me into my catacombs
This is now your home, and you'll never have to be alone
fade in - (free, now that you're soul belongs to me)  - fade out
More aluring than a banshee, as rare as a vaccine
I'll make you a cup of caffine while dancing, you're laughing
gasping, trying breathe air that's not there in a world full of despair, is it fair?
Prepare to take that final leap, into the deep, a deep sleep
Where you wont here a peep, when I creep
Into your nightmares, while you're unaware
so say you're final prayer, now that your heart is snared

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - Belongs To Me

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