VPC7 Round Zero - Pre-VPC Preview Tracks

Best R 0's

Deshy

Ryako

Hit up Ryako for a vibe
She was like "Bet". Yo she got me
What a time to be alive
Every week been feeling shocking
Look it’s Kadesh. I'm in stride
With that style that you cannot copy
Everything I make is hard
Hidetaka Miyazaki

Look If your soul’s growing dark
from the trauma of the moment
I can’t blame you. It’s been hard
I went from playing studio gigs 
hit these shows ya boy was rising
Grinding carried by emotion
I’d just glow like moisturizing
After clarifying lotion

Felt so close to boasting how
I had been married with devotion
To the process always daring to keep focus
(triplets)

Now it’s all broken
Financial security from my art
Was something I had finally gripped and was holding
Grinding relentlessly seemed to be paying off
All opportunities seemed to be golden


I handled everything in my umbrella 
But this was above me. I couldn’t control it
Government failure. The death had me hopeless
Couldn’t get out of my bed I was moaning
Had to reach into the depths of me
My ambition runs deep like abyss of the ocean
Fight through the pain
And the anger and dread
Took all that I had to keep vision in motion


Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody


Hasn’t been that long
But it seems like it’s been forever
So many bonds I’ve had to sever
Just to could keep my mind at peace

People swear that I’m strong
Talented, brilliant, clever
That I don’t fold under pressure
But I’m so close
So close


The last year has been a course on deep breathing
Therapy sessions and holistic reading
Random investments and incessant grieving
Attempting to smile when your heart is bleeding

All social timelines would rip you to pieces
Friends turned to cultists who pledge blind allegiance
Having to settle for lesser 
With hopes I have time to save up, pack my bags and just leave it

All behind
I don’t know how to stop the sense
That we’re destined for imminent apocalypse

At least for yours and mine
Unless I end up hopping ship
And starting all over on different continents

I need to say goodbye
But what if I don’t got the chips
Get stuck in the fire cuz of the cost of it
Terrified that my future is second fiddle to popping clips
War against people I used to be rocking with
Gotta Dip


Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Hasn’t been that long
But it seems like it’s been forever
So many bonds I’ve had to sever
Just to could keep my mind at peace


People swear that I’m strong
Talented, brilliant, clever
That I don’t fold under pressure
But I’m so close
So close

VPC 7 Round 0

DeshKo [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Check In

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

[#%^] [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

Guess who’s back in the motherfucking house?
With a lean on my pay from the hospital no doubt
Wasn’t enough to take just the tumor
They’ll make new holes once the bills are due, yeah.
In and out of my grave, I get incredibly deep
Nightmares about visits, too brutal to speak
A man seized my ball, now i see him in my sleep
Easily my biggest L in this losing streak
And i know what you’re thinking… but did you die?
And I suppose that is fair, I was at work the next night.
Two or three weeks later I was getting felt up
From TSA agents flying out on delta
To do a show across the country, flying out of the south
So people could hear hte weird shit coming out my mouth
But I guess it’s later than you think, or so they say
Headed right back home to the place I’ll get laid.


No scans in a year?  Guess I’ll die.
No insurance on file?  Guess I’ll die.
Cancer in  my ball?  Guess I’ll die
Layoff the sauce?  Guess I’ll die.
Drug test coming up?  Guess I’ll die.
No rest, fuckin up?  Guess I’ll die.
Fuck
God dammit



I was balling out of control,on an ungodly level
All hallows eve, more spooky than heavy metal
they can  make you uncomfortable like Billy Corgan
When they roll in the place to twiddle with your organs
Scene getting bloodier than it was lizzie bordan
Or someone in a theater went and scuffed your jordans
Or you got trapped under some shit cause your mom was hoardin
put off the appointment wind up even worse then
You knew the ball was already swollen
You still waited 6 months when it hurt to even hold them?
No you don’t understand i was lacking the insurance
Though objectively,no it’s no great test of endurance
 If you feel something fucked up in your fucking pants
Obviously don’t roll the dice, or take a chance
I lost hte ball but my life is in tact
And i fuck better than you rman, that’s a fact.



An estimated 9560 people in the united states will be diagnosed with testicular cancer this year.
1 out of every 250 people with testicles will get testicular cancer in their lifetime.
The average age of diagnosis is 33, mine was around 36.
Approximately 410 people will die from the disease this year.     
 (I adlibbed the rest)

NotDeadYet - Guess I'll Die

Lyrics exceed SoundCloud Max Limit

Find them on google drive
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YiX4Ora52tQjfPv8MA4_0GQVIJ9a4hpnKKs8q9_QOlA/edit?usp=sharing

Krunktomatons - Ight Imma Head Out

The narrative revolves around a 20 dollar bill infested with an evil spirit that infects people's minds, searching their memories and subconscious for things it can use against the host in order to cause them to hurt themselves and/or others.


Paid for weapons
Paid for drugs
Folded and creased.
Paid for love
House always wins and you can’t walk away with the (blood money)

A bill sits folded holding a soul
It’s more than a moment holding it all
More than a mentor more than a roll
Each subject, molded and cold
A parasite bite on the stem of a brain
Old soul finding new dragons to chase
A serial number soaked in blood from a blade
Rolled up sucks more dust to the face 
Carried away. Eyes wild, looking for another taste
Now wrinkled and tucked in a purse okay
Never spent too long stuck in the same place
Theif walks up behind her at the ATM
Purse is open, she reaches in
Out comes a knife, 
And metal is in and out his windpipe twice before he can even speak again
That’s what he gets, 
wipes the blood on his shirt and spits
Down the block to the ABC store, 
tips the 20 to the clerk and the cycle starts again
It searches the body it found
Finds the memories and then roots around
Flashback to the desert eagle under the counter
And a memory of his ex, can he live without her?
The fiend says probably not.  
The demon is seething, the door is now locked
Grabs a bottle of jack from the rack
Hands on the the cap and he’s twisting it off
Tilts it back, coughs and laughs
More poison can’t hurt, leans over the counter and grabs
Licks his lips, metal on top of the whiskey bite
Flash of light.


Breaking a 100 at the donut shop
Sliding across the counter is the 20 spot
A call comes in that the block is hot
Unidentified male, b&e at a mom and pop 
In the car, on the scene, 
Uniform so fresh so clean
Stroll so mean, straightens his sleeves
Grabs the perp, rattles his teeth
But the bill is searching it’s trying to find
Invading the crevices inside of his mind
Sees humanity buried inside 
Sinks his teeth in, officer cries
Every lie, every time
Every face of every child
Grabs his weapon and fires
Into his eye, the perp screams why
Blood in his mouth squirts out of the swine
Piggy screams, a hole in his mind
But that is fine, it was his time
Even his wife will not cry
Abusive and cowardly, a monster who dies
never absolved of his crime
He was forgotten before his body was dry, shit
Gurgling stops and now he is silent
Perp grabs cuff keys off of  the corpse
Screaming for help, now he is horse
No one is coming alone here of course
Oh my god what is in store 
Nothing now to do but go on the run
No other option he grabs the money and gun
Loads a clip, starts to cock it
Bloodmoney burning a hole in his pocket.

VPC6 Round 2

Not Dead Yet - Blood Money

It’s the worst fear that I’ve known

She said if we die, we die, Ivan Drago

She said “That’s it” she’s had it, that’s Iago

Help me I don’t know if I can survive, no


How do I keep running when she’s still behind me

Hiding but she still ends up behind me

Think I’m safe but then she’s right beside me

And the homies all keep  dying


Help me


I came to 

With my head throbbing

Bout to vomit

Couldn’t see, hardly


My slain crew

Was scattered all around me

Bunch of bodies

I knew something went south at this house party


Heard Screaming down the stairs in the living room

I hopped up quickly

Feeling sickly

Smelling guts, bowel releases and impending doom

Raced downstairs

feeling brave

My guy Cade

Grimaced at me in despair

and then was ripped it two


A lil ash colored girl in the distance

Lowered her arms and then giggled at my entrance

4 of us alive, I’m afraid to lose my temper

Blood everywhere and I’m Minoru with the whimpers


She called “Do you wanna play right now”

I yelled at the others “We should run away right now”

They said she can call us back to this place somehow!


Oh no!


My mom warned me, this is how these parties end

Ran away while Crystal’s face was split in two like Harvey Dent

Got pulled back into the house and I watched Nate’s head get crushed

Now I’m cornered near a bowl, is that blood or is it punch? (Or tomato juice?!?!)



It’s the worst fear that I’ve known

She said if we die, we die, Ivan Drago

She said “That’s it” she’s had it, that’s Iago

Help me I don’t know if I can survive, no


How do I keep running when she’s still behind me

Hiding but she still ends up behind me

Think I’m safe but then she’s right beside me

And the homies all keep on dying


Help me


Now it’s just Jonathan and I

And this girl with murder in her eyes

She clenched her hand into a fist

And I prayed “don’t let me go the way that Krillin dies”

I’m black and I wasn’t first

I guess I should be glad that I’m still alive

As if she could read my thoughts, she said “That’s why I’m here committing

Violence”


Have you ever wished that people would view you as innocent

When they lock their doors when you walk by

That’s your skin

You know that you can’t slaughter them, but who cares

If you did

You projected all your rage, because no one

Blames a kid



She smiled and I smiled back

For a split second everything went black



When I opened my eyes

Jonathan was staring back with fear and surprise


Enraged

On my clothes

Bloody stains

I personified my pain

He knew he could not escape

I felt great




It’s the best feeling I’ve known

I mean, if they die, they die, Ivan Drago

I just hate to be dramatic, like Iago

But I don’t believe that you will survive, no


You can run, but I’ll still end up behind you

Hide but I’m still going to find you

Think you’re safe but then I’m right beside you

And just like your homies you will die, too



Now I’m saying sorry

To their mangled bodies

Krunktomatons - Behind Me

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.

VPC6 Round 3

NotDeadYet - Swarm

Krunktomatons - Rules of The Game

Stand and Deliver
VPC6
Round 4

Stand and deliver, you lyrical knaves and you DAW desperadoes!

The fourth round of the VPC is upon us and the Czarina has decreed that the melee is to commence post haste and without delay! But, the weapons of this melee are being expressly decided upon to limit the savagery and supreme saltiness that could arise from a less honorable contest of verbiage and virtuosity. And the weapons that have been elected to be the tools of this test of talent are - characters from the domain of literature, both classic and modern.

Right, now that we got all of that high brow verbosity out of the way, let’s get down to the nitty gritty.

Vocalists, you need to bring your baddest, maddest most raddest battle rap / diss tracks, but doing so IN CHARACTER of the character assigned to your teams. I’d spend some time learning the ins and outs of who you’ve been assigned, get to know them well, and become one with them.

The duals!
https://bit.ly/2pX8u1V

Producers, you’ve got a lot of free reign on how you want to design your beats. The only thing that we ask of you is that you incorporate a sample in your song from any form of existing media relating to your book. You can use samples from movies if it’s been made into a movie, audio books, TV shows, theatrical productions, the options are almost endless.

VPC6 Round 4

NotDeadYet - Moby Dick (Moby Dick - An Ahab diss)

Krunktomatons - You Should Stop (Hamlet - A Hamlet Diss)

Not Dead Yet - The Ending [ft. Sulfur, Tribe One, Cecilnick, Int80, Ryako]

VPC 6

Krunktomatons - Talk Yo Ish [ft. Gross Angel, Lex Lingo, Bill Beats, MC Scared of Bees]

obsessed with finding the right vibe
to replace the sudden lack of nightlife
twins tamin a ragin bull is my sign
wreckage of a china shop in hindsight
here's a tip to readjust your spinal cord
get al dappered out and try to dance with dinosaurs
in a land where i even dream in trainwrecks
hand in hand, live streams, bed ain't made yet
zero track and i wonder where my life is goin
hero's back to plunder when the time is flowin
lookin back cause it's all just memories
from my fall and they don't wanna let me leave
so many legs of this journey like a centipede
pretend it's dope cause we in bold lettering
back in the day i used to say it was unsettling
all lost in love letters that you'll never read

chorus:
and these days when i'm writing songs
it's like i'm looking at an accident...

on the real there's not a lot of contenders
keepin it lit like a small uncle fester
chimeras bite stylesa, pretend to be the head nerd
cross me on the mic now all they say is "Edward"
whole crew fell off like lepers
beggin on your fans to act more like investors
all ass out and penniless
now nobody wanna grow up to be mc shhhhh...
racists on the rise, white rappers on the fence
cause they got ignorant fans they don't wanna offend
false profits and some culture vultures
expand portfolios and they money folders
little turtle heads out and they getting bolder
see that winter's coming and i'm getting colders
so much so feels like a blizzard when i'm speakin'
so much snow see the blizzard as a beacon

Dappersaurus [An Hobbes, 2Ton21] - Molly Ringwald

[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

ayo we over limit
so hot but they won't admit it
and we fully wicked forging the papers ya get commited
what I see is vivid
so seamless it must scripted 
all the verses are the sickness and nobody's got a gimmick
but then we gotta pivot
reality nonexistent
put RAP inside the thumbnail so everybody mimic
and we never timid
when everything has been shifted
we're going for a ride I hope your ass has got a ticket
know we cybernetic, stole it from optimus give em credit
I'm the greatest of the second gen though nobody has said it
been addicted
reach feelings that you encrypted
trophy has been lifted before anything's submitted
yo it's been a minute
i'm warning you that we in it
so often gotta sit it but we never gonna quit it
little bit a visit, i'm hopeful you don't forget it
everybody getting bodied, this is just the first exhibit 
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Muscle Laughing Shrimp [Beefy, Tanner4105] - Garbage Day

I'M ONLY RHYMIN' WHERE THE FUN IS AT
JOEY'S BACK Y'ALL, EMPTY OUT YOUR MONEY BAGS
FOLKS PLAYING GAMES AIN'T LEAVIN' WITH THEIR THUMBS INTACT 
IT'S GOD'S FAVORITE RAPPER / ONLINE FUNNY MAN
(ME!!!!!!!!)
ALREADY WON THE ROUND BEFORE THE BELL RANG
CHECK THEM WHITE TILED FLOORS, THIS THE CELL GAMES
JOEY Z & BIG FAKE, Y'ALL DONT WORK AS WELL
BACKFLIP OFF THE CLOTHESLINE, THAT'S A PERFECT SELL
BETTER MAKE SOME BIG ADJUSTMENTS TO YOUR BATTLEPLANS
Y'ALL ABOUT TO WISH I KILLED ME WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE 
ME & ADELINE CAN'T LOSE WHEN WE GOT AN &
SO IF ANYBODY BEATS US THEY CHEATED, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THEM
IT'S JUST A GAME YOU WEIRDO, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
THOUGHT I RETIRED, YOU MUST HAVE LOST YOUR MARBLES, FOOLS
I WAS CHILLIN IN MY ZONE PLAYIN MARVEL 2
STONED, EATING BBQ
SORTING THRU MY MOLECULES

DeshKo [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Check In

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