VPC7 ALL TRACKS

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...

VPC 7 Round 1

.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

"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=

VPC 7 Round 3

The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0] - GONE

i done came down, more throwed than a discus
ran so much game i done tore my meniscus
it goes down like physics, my flows non-euclidean
my whip all black, i drive a chevrolet obsidian
- more numbers than lotto
call the police i got a stolen picasso
got a pet bald eagle and a stolen da vinci
pass the neosporin my trigger finger itchy
- pass the calamine lotion
i done swam across the ocean, i done came with that potion
cryin' in the whip i drive a chevrolet emotion
i done came with that quotient
your click gets divided, shit kinda quiet
jesse d bandcamp, you know imma pirate it
my flows, expensive like plywood
they salty bout the benz insignia on my hood

they say stroke, you need to cool it
but i'm BOMB, back on my bullshit
they say stroke, how do you do it
i say i'm BOMB, back on my bullshit

back on my bullshit, young stroke at your service
smokin' and sippin' imma tell you bout the herbalist
imma tell you bout the liquid, i'm sippin'
feelin' kinda tipsy, imma do somethin' risky
strip to my skivvies and i'm showin' naked spine
sweeney toad made the beat into a frankenstein
when streezy toad links up with king kong mega dong schlong
we'll drop a hit like thong song except ten times more strong
i'm unstoppable, like a zit unpoppable
photoshop's pissed 'cause streezy toad's uncroppable
the road called life, got obstacles and potholes
but i don't give a damn, poker game i'll not fold
diamond hand holder, flow so hot i smolder
keep the damn stash in the lisa frank folder
pop trunk in denver, close it down in boulder
haters listened to my song and turned 10 years older

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

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

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

Blockbuster rewind, VCR...prime...
tapes aligned on the shelf, snacks near the blinds, 
Behind, my dad with the membership stand in line, 
For the game I wanted to find, time around 8 or 9 
What I, embedded with, having a Sega Genesis, messages in my head, 
If I knew the time I invested in, question, if I wanted a side stroller or something to learn a lesson in, got the X-men, the rage quits worth mentioning

Word to the clerk, ...only for 2 days 
If you roll in after the 3rd the account fees will raise, 
higher than the lands appraised if it keeps acquiring at your age
Phone calls to the house, parents...enraged so...

Got home and started playing like a champ…
But forgot the next day I start to leave for summer camp, And that, for 6 weeks,
Much more than 2 days, 
The store now making calls, voicemails press-n-played…so…

**dastardly turntable glitch**
To persuade my dad return the game, but he forgot so the game case would lay, 
I come back and look with such a confusion, 
The game still there, no callers in the ID for solution…

Come to find out to the story there lies more, they tore down the plaza, and they had to close the store, rode past the lot and it really struck a chord, 
Cause I still got the rental and now I…34

-Hook-
Once in while it comes to my mind for the things that I went through, 
And then I wish that I could go back, and wish that everything would be brand new but…

i.o.u., i.o.u. Blockbuster, i.o.u. x2 

-End-

Fireproof [Mark Cooper, Prowess The Testament] - i.o.u.

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

Feet buried in the sand; feels like forever 

Writing letters saying please rescue sender 

Tend to spend my days – remembering 

Better day – coulda turned lemons to lemonade 

Just shoulda said no to the flight 

Trust in my pilot blinded my foresight 

Tried yellin when the plane veered off course 

The only thing that happened – my voice just got hoarse 

She said that sorta paranoia got ya thinking things 

Sensors on the panel all lit and flickering 

Altitude dropping – she needs the rush 

Drunk off the feeling even if it leaves me crushed 

Trust – when I call this situation a lose – lose 

Kill me softly with her song on her list of to-dos 

Engine sputtering, wings have some screws loose 

Last thing I remember she jumped with the parachute 

Dude, trapped in a catch 22 

Woke up on this island not having a clue 

Glass looked empty – used to swipe right to put some hope in it 

Now we drinking mai-tais outta coconuts 

Beach bummin – not so bad really 

One with the sun and the sand livin freely 

You ever sleep to the sound of the tide 

Island life got me feelin alright 

Retrospective has me taking a long look 

If I had a phone, probly callin up Tom Nook 

Like go ahead and sign me up son 

Blame the disappearance on an alien abduction 

Let obituaries read Bermuda Triangle 

Sang over two 45s makes the right angle 

Tell’um I gone up to live with the angels 

All good in this hammock with the sun in my face, yo.

Dappersaurus [An Hobbes, 2Ton21] - Coconut Maitai

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

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

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.

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - Island of Messina

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