(VERSE - LADYJ)
Failure or success, 
I’m callin this S.O.S.
Our jets left us in a mess
And I’m trying not to stress out
We did progress,
Our game ringing out the press
Party happening out West
But we’re stuck and fucking lost now
All I seeing just trees
Water in all surroundings
And junk that's washed up for weeks
Dunno how we gon eat
I do not wanna believe 
We ain’t gonna make it to meet 
The Enix team, the big leagues,
Releases feeding our dreams
But we’re braving the savannah
And making shrimp and cabanas
Out sticks we find in the sand, I'm just
Tryna fuckin manage and
Use the skills I ain't had to
Making makeshift bathrooms
I shit when I have to
But...
I picture it like Destiny Island
Make a raft, climbing trees 
And enjoying the climate
Cause we the Vessels of Light
And the darkness retirement 
Hold our Keyblades high
While we muching on giant ants... 
Aargh! I can’t stand it
I cant fucking stand it
Vomiting 'cause these ants and
I done ate the wrong plant
Tumbling around, blood sugar
Shot to 410
Oh I gotta get this down!
No I’m out of insulin!
Cam, what we gonna do?
I'ma die on this island
Please someone try and find us
I'ma diabetic, I can’t
Have a positive insight
When I'm seeing light and dizzy
Please somebody help us...
Somebody....

VPC 7 Round 3

Vessels of Light [CreateLadyJ, Cam3] - SMS

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

YNG SLLVN [LLYZ, YNGSLLVN] - TNDRZE

"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

Straaaanded 
We crash landed
Taco and Smokee 
 not the bell, bear, or bandit
Man so sandy 
 we got this shit
Just shoot this message at demon herd like lickity split
 not an SoS 
Or a signal of distress
We just got some requests
Listen, I made a list
We need a bunch of weed and some blunts so we can smoke em
some fine ass women so we can get to know em
 bring the bouncy house them boobies bouncing while we floatin
And bring the demon herd yachts, yeah
Boff'em
And Will, connect em with the yacht bridge
 dont forget the drugs and alcohol just bring alot with
All the speakers and the lights 
cut down our tree and build a stage
Dont save our tree
Cuz We dont want our tree saved
goin on a couple days now 
Slick Chillin
Birds whistle on the beat
Up in my mac miller feelings
grab a couple grills for grilling
Oh yeah, bring some food and feed us
And some insulin and needles
Smokee got the diabeetus
since existing as a teenage dirtbag baby
Wheatus
All up in this vpc mess
They dont want us but they need us
If they cant join us better beat us
 island party genius
Taco the nutty professor 
 we both screaming "Cmon Cleatus!"
Its knives down forks up
Roasting rappers like some pork butts
 sho nuff
We need some mo stuff


Island party vibes 
Bring the homies and the "fam" in,
 Yeah we hungry
  Yeah we thirsty 
  Yeah we dirty
But we jamming
Yeah man,
Me and taco ten toes deep up I'm the sand when
Diggin trenches like an irrigation system fruits to plant em
Got some future planning
Bring some wifi w a bunch of bandwidth
 we can kick some island jams and keep these mammajamas dancing
Taco lookin like a sandwich like dammit 2 whole snacks
  let him throw the bottle cuz he gotta swole back.
This ver(se)bose important
Let me drop our last coordinates
yall can find this island party 
 Man this shore looks fuckin gorgeous.
Guess I gotsta cut this short 
it seems we running outta data
Taco dont throw it, wait up
 I gotta estimate locations.
Fuuuuuuuck

The Southern Demon Nerd [Smokee B, Taco Supreme] - Melon Island

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

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

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

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

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