Y'all a bunch of hyenas, cryin and beggin for scraps
Crown me king of the jungle baby I murdered the pack
We talkin claws to the face, we talkin stabs in the back
Our tour stopped in your town, left it bombed like Iraq
I brush my teeth with a razor so I can bleed when I spit
I'll critique you like lasers and blow your ego to bits
Do a tune and a dance and pretend your shit sound legit
A single bar could erase you and make you never exist
Y'all rest on your laurels, I bite your head off for morsels
I feel the fat on my lips --  rippin' ribs outta torsos
pinata your corpses, pin you up to the fortress
My bars stay enormous, y'all look more pissed on than porcelain

Y'all salty MCs need to tenderize
We got the brine on ya
We let you sit in it throughout the night
And now we dinin on ya

Every time I level up I put it in some rogue shit
Every time y'all level up you put it on some breaux shit
How'd you get to 30 plus acting so corrosive
If you eat that humble pie you better up the dose like
Hmm, you gonna hit that send, you gonna send that text like
Hmm, you gonna have regrets, you gonna lose your head like
Hmm, you gonna serve your best or you gonna burn that bridge like
Hmm, maybe you should get some rest, maybe you should hit that bed 
Cause you seem more tired than a ketamine coma
While my shit sound hotter than July in Arizona
And I sound more ill than a bat filled up with rona
And your skin sound thinner than some useless ass diploma

VPC 7 Round 3

YNG SLLVN [LLYZ, YNGSLLVN] - TNDRZE

If you said how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground: where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, up to no good,
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
Got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said, you're moving with your aunty and unc in Bel-Air
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh, and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could call this cab rare
But I thought, nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, holmes smell you later
Looked at my kingdom, finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
You've heard the facts now
What's this got to do with cats now?
I want to hold them for the longest time

Sleater-Kitty [MC117, Klopfenpop] - The Most Important Song In The World

Nobody owns this island

[RawJaw x Da Rap Nerd]

[Cutscene]

Hear my life replayed on this recorder
Got me wishin events turn reordered
Take me back to freestyle street corners
Lyrically delivering weight that we shouldered
When the drums would hit
I begun to spit
Roastin em, composin somethin thunderous
, Wonder which rapper challenge my hungriest
I’ve come to grips, hip hop for sustenance
Uh, Got through every tribulation wit it
Fuck a little isolation, middle of pacific
When the snare & bass hit, i imitate the rhythm
With wisdom ive been given, teach the uninitated
To open their eyes to the hoax & the lies in
Socal media lives on a global horizon
What would you need, alone on an island?
I’d focus on rhymin as my hope for survivin
the, gold & the diamonds won’t take care of me
They wanna have it all, create scarcity
My dope flows & rhymes, donate therapy
Make you buy every word, no rebate guarantees
Like nas said, i just need one mic
Hip hop gave freedom when it become night
All the heat i write, have you feel sunlight
fruits of my labor, never eat unripe
And it dawn, on me like the morning
All the offshore bank shit, people have hoarded
They can’t unite, see the tree for the forest
every mc join me in the chorus

Who need fame? when time runs thin /
I dont really need a thang/, that I thought I did /
Open skies/ reach ocean wide /
no body owns this island /

Sane, long as i keep rappin
I dont really need a thang/, that I thought I did /
Open skies/ reach ocean wide /
no body owns this island /

[Cutscene]

SilkRoadRunners [RawJaw, Da Rap Nerd] - Nobody owns this island

--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 music plays on in an empty venue
Everyone gone, just waveforms and you
The music moved on why do you continue
Everyone everyone everyone leaves you

Familiar setting, familiar repetition 
No longer new kid on the block or the new edition
Not quite holding the ambition of a hungry house musician
Single player first person shooter lacking ammunition

They never listen, they never really did
You tell that to yourself that you did it for your id
But that bullshit blows beyond a little fib
White lie from this white guy you did it cause it fit

But sweat and age fades the suit, the stage
Made for youth, you played games with truth, you save
Face and lose, you fake grace but you age like a dying fire
You don’t burn bright, you burn out, expire

The music plays on in an empty venue
Everyone gone, just waveforms and you
The music moved on why do you continue
Everyone everyone everyone leaves you

Camille stopped showing up for D&D
And MC 117 dipped out on verse three
Stalara gave feedback on  your song, unpolished
Alphonse responds, interested, demolished
  
And all of this while Beaker found you lacking
Him and Lil Yazz still waiting on their backing
Benefits, a Kickstarter Katastrophy
PZ, my twinsie, you beautiful baby, just, don’t listen to me

Perstrami Persona [Steve, Zilla Persona] - Everyone Leaves You

I WOKE UP ON SOME WU TANG SHIT
ONLY 1 O'CLOCK? GREAT
NOT TOO LATE YET
GET UP
GET BRUSHED
IT GETS TOUGH STEPPING UP & DELIVERING EVERY TIME
AS THAT MOTHERFUCKER WHO CAN'T MISS
PUT ON A RANDOM PAIR OF SOCKS
& IF THEY MATCH? SICK
FEED THE CATS
CHANGE THE LITTER
SCOOP THE CAT PISS
I SHOULD PROBABLY EAT BEFORE I GET TOO HYPERACTIVE
GET TOO DISTRACTED WITH MY LONG LIST OF MICROACTIONS
FUCK IT
TRY TO WASH THE DISHES
THINK ABOUT MY LAUNDRY THEN IMMEDIATELY FORGET IT
I TURNED ON A PODCAST & DIDN'T EVEN LISTEN
GODDAMNIT
I WALKED AWAY FOR A MINUTE & FORGOT ALL ABOUT THEM DISHES
BRING THE MUTHAFUCKIN RUCKUS
WRITE A COUPLE RHYMES DOWN & EVERY ONE OF EM BUCKETS
RUN IT LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
WHO SCREAMS INTO MIC
CAUSE IT KEEPS ME ALIVE
TIL I FINALLY GET A PIECE OF THE PIE
ALRIGHT
WIND DOWN WITH A BONG RIP GAUNTLET 
AH SHIT, TOTALLY FORGOT TO DO THE LAUNDRY
I GUESS I'LL DO THAT SHIT TOMORROW

Perfect Cell [Joey Z, Big Fake] - Tomorrow In 50 Seconds

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

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

(19/01/21) Parábola do Semeador -  Cap. XVII, Item, 5. Evangelho CAK Sacramento

The 1up Funk boys are back with a track all about their favourite subjects, THEMSELVES! They take you thgough their journey in the VPC 6, and drop some dope bars about Batman. Enjoy!

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

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