Deshy

Ryako

Dear Me! Challenge Criteria:

3 minute maximum length
Vocalist must write a letter to themselves
and
Producer must feature a guest producer
and
Instrumental must contain an impactful instrumental drop/acapella section

VPC7 Round Five - Dear Me!

VPC7 R5: TOP TO BOTTOM

Deshko (Kadesh Flow, Ryako)

VPC7 ALL TRACKS

Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Jet Black

They know me well 
My rep precedes me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

It’s show and tell
When they see me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

You’re in my space
Aye
This is my race
Aye
You will always be behind me


Don’t talk to me like I’m mad
No no
Don’t talk to me like I’m mad
Don’t do it

That’s a throwback for ya
Forget what I can do and it could go bad for ya
Been in the trenches building a rep
You know why they call me black dog
Not because I’m savage with the ladies. 
I won’t cap nah
But if you got baggage that you hate and
Need it tracked down
I got the squad to do it. It’s gravy
Put the cash down
Aye

Y’all hypin lil bro cuz he reckless
Okay
But we both borderline obsessive
Yeah
Look at me, I’m constantly progressing
He’s stuck in his past
And it’s sad


That’s why I’m the leader
I stay in my bag
I'm not the one. You gotta pay for the task
I’m Emeril Lagasse
If you in my posse
If you think I use too much flavor just ask

I stay on my Ragu I’m saucing
They know that it’s costly
To blip on my radar I’m fast
To turn a bounty into a pile of cash
Can’t trust many people
Cuz friendship is evil 
like Udai. Betrayal, it seems like a Fad
Being naive costs and arm and leg
If you’re lucky you might add some shine from the trash
You’ll catch the blues trying to hide when we track
And it goes like


They know me well 
My rep precedes me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

It’s show and tell
When they see me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

You’re in my space
aye
This is my race
aye
You will always be behind me



If you’re on my bad side I’m a shark
Always been paper first even for pleasure
Want full pockets like I hit Spiders from Mars
Sometimes your circle is brilliant
But take too many risks hold order in high disregard

Constantly feel like I’m babysitting
Look I’m mean with the steel but I’ll slay the kitchen
Trip and I don’t need to act cause Faye can get you
Easy to feel secure when the lady’s Vicious
And that pun was intended
Respected so I just have fun with the system

Plus when I’m spittin
I glide on the track like it’s Astro (Astral)
Not talking bout Gate hackers. I’m past those
Grind hard. Look I hate slackers. I bag folks
Turn em in. Take the cake. After I dash though
Have fun. Raise the stakes. Gotta Make it stack mo’

Might try to gamble with the Woolongs
You can’t even handle what my GroupOn
Not talking discounts either. Full price up front or you gone
You want beef I’ll give you bell peppers to chew on

Keep it moving if you say my star could fall
I know losing people might be too hard for y’all
But I’ve been ditched I’ve been broken I’ve been scarred and all
Should have abandonment issues the way they’ve all run off

But I grieve when I grind
My heart’s gonna bleed every time
Til I find my peace still inside
That’s after I reach deep in my mind
My heart’ll catch the blues but I still remain a beast can't deny


They know me well 
My rep precedes me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

It’s show and tell
When they see me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

You’re in my space
aye
Shipping my place
aye
You will always be behind me

VPC 7 Round 1

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Show'NTell

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...

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Sort You Out

Genre: RPG
Screen: The Final Encounter
V Slot: Zolt Energy Serum
P Slot: A Studderbunk Clock

Sound of footsteps 
Desh: Sighs. I was truly hoping I wouldn’t find you here
Ryako: Sinister Laugh. Sorry to disappoint you
Swords drawing

Could’ve sworn that you valued
Creativity
Look we were born into bad news
We ain’t giving these
Thoughts you entertain credence
You hate feeling the
Emotions that come with life
We can't get relief

Stop 
They are not 
All the monsters you perceive 
Constantly
I've only fought
With the hope that you believe

Knocking 
Them down's not an
Option
I hope you can see

Human life is beautiful. So choose peace


We had so much love between us now you'd rather cast 
it all aside
They are not a cancer to this planet they deserve this life you should
Apologize

Why would You would rather decide to end every bit of life existing
Than to make an effort to resolve the people’s problem systems

And Eliminate their need for any power struggles 
don’t just 
kill them


Why did you choose to
Betray us all
We swore to protect them. Now you wanna 
Slay them all
So I gotta 
Get involved
I love you
But protecting life is above you 
So I must
Obey my call
And I pray that
I don’t fall
I don't know why you’d do this
You know Chaos is human

Desh: We were lovers. How could you allow yourself to be consumed by such hate?
Ryako: Hmph

We’ve gotta fight if you insist on wiping our people out
Feel like I’ve been lied to cuz you told me not to even doubt
Human capacity to create communities full of peace and now

You say chaos justifies genocide
Oh no

You're telling me to step aside
won't go

Seeing them filled you with such pride
no hope

Now I guess someone here is gonna die
solo

You recall telling me how you loved the way I swung my blade?
Wonder how you feel about it now I'm bout to run your fade
You’re not leaving me too many options. I don’t want this, bae
But human life is doomed if you got your way


You would swear that order’s been disrupted
And that mass murder only would adjust this
You commit to ending life it thrusts me
Into this position where I must be
Violent for the sake of justice


Why did you choose to
Betray us all
Now you wanna 
Slay them all

I love you
But I must
Obey my call
And I pray that
I don’t fall

Cuz
Chaos is human
Chaos is human
Why would you do this
You won’t get through me

Chaos is human
Chaos is human
Why would you do this
You won’t get through me

Sounds of swords clashing. Feet skidding. Panting.

Swords clang


You recall how it used to be? Cuz I do
We used to protect these lives, or at least try to
I exist to uphold human free will. Unlike you
You're to bring order right back if the chaos rules

For Too long or it causes too many problems
We're here to preserve human life not dissolve it
Your obsession with balance is only gonna cause death
For all of them and for both of us. No it won’t offset

Life simply won’t exist
It’s absurd that you'd rather have emptiness 
in this universe where we both live in bliss
Your determination doesn't make any sense

It's heartbreaking that as we battle I'm having to be forgetting 
All of the love that was keeping us working on this together
Now every bond that we've ever enjoyed is being severed


Why did you choose to
Betray us all
Now you wanna 
Slay them all
I love you
But I must
Obey my call
And I pray that
I don’t fall

Cuz
Chaos is human
Chaos is human
Why would you do this
You won’t get through me

Chaos is human
Chaos is human
Why would you do this
You won’t get through me


Desh: I don’t care what it takes. I’ll stop you. You can’t do this
Ryako: Laughs. Only human.

VPC 7 Round 2

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Chaos is Human

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...

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Beyond Reach

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

VPC 7 Round 3

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Dont Ignore Yourself

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

Desh
Aye
I used to be dismissive
Back when some of the homies would say to me


Aye


Ryako & Selene
Desh, they’re really into you


Desh
I would shrug if off playfully


They would be
Adamant that I commanded attention in any room
Told me that it wasn’t just about the looks
But my energy, that could make plenty swoon


It’s been many moons
Now my whole lane is different and I’m happy to get involved
Feel like Federer or Djokovic cuz after long days of playing 
I’m probably facing Nadal (facing a doll)


Desh and Ryako 
they’re taking it off 
And taking it all


Desh
they’ve been teaching me mad lessons
When they see me and behave like Ash Ketchum
Cuz I act wretched 
Then they're splash fetching


I’m just saying




Ryako
I might look like an angel
But I feel sinner in my soul 
Just a taste of temptation
And you’re losing all control
    




Desh and Ryako
You should go a little harder for me (x4)
You should go Harder 




Selene(4)
From Diamond to Sin, on that Maxis tip
Fixate on the gluteus action
It's a fact that I drip like molasses 
With hypnotic gestures stealing
Your attention with sex appeal


Desh (4)
Baby I trust in myself
Validation, I don’t really need it
‘Less it comes from me and
Knowing the beauty in every double helix
That is making me this


Selene (2)
(Making me this) kind of specimen here breaking even the hearts
That are harder than onlookers watching my parts  


Desh (2) 
Look at me I’m such a work of art
Just be careful, I could steal your heart, babe


Ryako (rapping, 2)  
I’m feelin that confidence run through my veins
Ride em so hard that they’re screamin my name 


Selene (2)
(I mean) Same. Between the frame to kill for
and the fuchsia mane they wouldn’t dare to tame




Ryako
I might look like an angel
But I feel sinner in my soul 
Just a taste of temptation
And you’re losing all control


Desh and Ryako
You should go a little harder for me (x4)


You should go Harder 




Desh (into tempo change 2.5)
I’ve been on my affirmations lately
Big Desh energy. My vibe is amazing
Always been in the pocket, so consider me safe keeps


Selene (2)
Stay helms deep, hon, like catacombs
Ramming at my gate only makes half the battle, though


Ryako (2)


Come with me if you want to live
Like Terminator
Up and down like a fader
Riding on the Helevator


Selene (4)
I know my dress doesn’t have pockets, but I do
And from a Kaiju height I’d let you dive right through
Fine tuned, ready to play with a finger pluck
I feel you noticed I got the temperature high as...


Desh (2)
Hella focused but still might be dipping into thot mode
I agree when you tell me I’m hot though 




Ryako
I might look like an angel
But I feel sinner in my soul 
Just a taste of temptation
And you’re losing all control


Desh and Ryako
You should go a little harder for me (x5)

VPC7 Round 4

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Go Harder (ft. Damn Selene)

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….

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Still All Good (ft. XOC)

Featuring Klofenpop & Big Fake

OH YOU THOUGHT YOUD BE THE BIGGEST FUCKIN FISH IN THIS LITTLE POND HUH
YOU LITTLE FUCKIN MONSTER
YOU MUST BE FUCKIN BONKERS
YOU PEACE FOR EIGHT YEARS AINT DO SHIT TO STAY IN TOUCH
AND NEVER CHECK WHATS COMING OUT
SURPRISE, YOU AINT THAT GOOD YOU LITTLE FUCK
OUT HERE REVIEWING AND CRITICIZING LIKE YOU'RE SOMETHING
MISTER TWO-LIVE-SHOWS, TWENTY-SEVEN-TAKES
AND ALL OF EM PUNCHINS
YOU MUNCHKIN, ONLY LOUD WHEN YOU THINK NOBODY'S AROUND TO CHECK THE SHIT
COMPRESSING AND DOUBLING UP YOUR VOCALS JUST TO SOUND BIG
TALKIN BOUT CRAFT
YOU HAVENT SWITCHED UP YOUR STYLE SINCE YOU STARTED IT
JUST GRADUATED FROM MOMS HOUSE TO AN APARTMENT
BUILT YOUR WHOLE REP OFF THIS SCENE AND OTHER ARTISTS SHIT
SPECIFICALLY OFF TRYNA MAKE THEM NOT FEEL LIKE A PART OF IT
SORRY TO YOUR DOWNSTAIRS NEIGHBORS FOR THAT DUDE RAPPIN ABOVE THEM
LEAST YOU GOT THE APARTMENT
ALL YOUR FRIENDS GOT FAMILIES WHO LOVE THEM
I KNOW YOUR STYLE
I KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO RUN UP ON YA
SNAKE YOUR DEFENSES
KICKIN YOUR SHINS LIKE ADESANYA
WASTING YOUR LIFE, YOU AINT A VETERAN JUST INVETERATE
JUST MAKIN MONEY OFF THE SCENE
AND THE FANS THAT YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN
TELL ME THAT BOBBY'S WRONG
SHOW ME A STREAM THAT YOU AINT HELLA BENT
JUST A SAD SOCK MUPPET FROM A SITE THAT'S NO LONGER RELEVANT
GAVE YOURSELF A NICE LITTLE OUT WHERE YOU DONT HAVE TO WRITE GOOD VERSES
BS BARS RAPPED IN A FUNNY VOICE, CLAIMIN IT'S ON PURPOSE
WHATS THE PURPOSE
STILL ACTING LIKE YOU THE MAN
YOU LOOK AND SOUND WORSE THAN THE JUGGALO RAPPERS YOU CAN'T STAND
I REMEMBER YOU WERE COMFORTABLE CALLING PEOPLE FUCKIN F****T N SHIT
ALMIGHTY! SUDDENLY TALKING ALL LIKE A SOCIAL JUSTICE ACTIVIST!
PRETENDING LIKE YOU GIVE A FUCK, YOU BASTARD, I THINK THAT'S THE BIT
TRYNA IMPRESS YOUR FRIENDS
YOU'D PROLLY HAPPILY GO BACK TO IT
LIKE YOU STOPPED SAYING BITCH TILL YOU HAD WOMEN HITTING YOUR MATTRESSES
HUH, THAT DIDN'T LAST DID IT
SPEAKIN OF WHICH, AN ASTERISK****
REMEMBER HOW YOU USED TO BE ALL OVER RAPPIN ABOUT FUCKIN
WHEN YOU HADNT SO MUCH AS BREATHED IN A GIRLS DIRECTION
THAT WAS SOMETHIN
WEAVIN SOME REAL LIES WITH ALL THOSE MONSTROUS SPINNERETS
TRYNA RECORD BEFORE NINE PM WHEN YOUR MOM TURNED OFF THE INTERNET
IN EFFECT...THIS WAS ALL DURING YOUR GILDED AGE
SO TELL ME WHAT IN THE FUCK MAKES YOU THINK YOU'RE WORTH A SHIT TODAY
YOU AINT A BATTLE VET
NOBODY HERE'S COMING FOR YOUR TITLES KID
EVEN THAT PIXEL GLASSES RAPPER'S PROLLY GOT MORE SPINE IN HIM
LUCKY YOU DON'T HAVE FEELINGS THAT I CAN HURT
YOU LITTLE SPITEFUL PRICK
THIS TRACKS A FAKEOUT JOKE
SO WHY YOURE SHAKING ALL WHILE YOU'RE WRITING IT
YOUR INSINCERITY'S TAKING UP TOO MUCH SPACE ON THE MIC
GOT PEOPLE LOOKING UP TO YOU FOR SHIT YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE (KABUTO!)
I SEE YOU SHRINKIN BACK FROM ME (KABUTO!) BETTER STAY COILED
AND KEEP CASHIN THOSE DISTROKID CHECKS SELLING YOUR SNAKE OIL

VPC7 Round 5

Muppet Ronin [Kabuto the Python, Beaker Sullivan] - Snake Oil

TS BN A LNG RD ND TA NLY GTTN LNGR DD
F YR GNNA TRP YBTTR PCK YR ATTD
CHRG N WRH A SML ND A QCK JK
BT DNT B FRD TLT M HNG THMSLVS WTH SHRT RP
YR TH PRHPT N TH MNTN SPK MDNSS TRTH ND VRT 
N A WELD THTS BNN SPCFCLLY DSGND T FCKN HRTY
WLL YTLST A LTTL BT THR FLKS LT
IF YNT WLN T THN HNDS UP HLPS U NT GT SHT
YTND TRP TH GNDR THT TH DCTS LL SSGNDY
BT TH LNG HRS THRWN FLKS MKN SSMPTNS FRM BHND Y
YR PNCHT FR VN TMPS MKS HTRS UPST N S
SHKT T FF MK T BTTR HL TH WRLD LT T G

WHN TS TM FR TH SHA MMA GO BNG BNG
TS TH RP PTBLL BTA SHW M FNGS
VRYN LSTN TTH WRDS I SLNG
THM THR MTHFCKRS THY JST CNT HNG

SHT N TH SKLLS F SM SCLLD "NC GYS"
PPR THN SKN TRN P LK A PRC GD
LN M P KNS BNT NS TTH WLL
HMMR BCK BNG BNG THN YWTCHN M FLL
BLLTS TTH BRN CS VDN TTH BRNCS
GRY MTTR SPLTTR DLT M LK A BCKSPC
CLM TRF HRT M WHR THY FXT
GD RTH, TL FR TH TX RT
THT'S GRT, MD  FCKN SMMR CMP FR BLL GTS
JFF B, LN ND GRMS N  GRP DT

VRY JKR THNKS THR MVS R TH BST
BT WHL THYR DNCNG PLYNG CHCKRS YRR N 5D CHSS 
HNDSM BNDTS RDN T T RB TH PNY XPRSS
BTTR MPTY T YR PCKTS R T'S TW N TH CHST
TLKN SHTS T TH BRST, PLSTC SRGN'S TH BST
TNGL WTH TH SLLY FM ND Y'LL LV CRSD ND DPRSSD
NCK DP BG SLP LD T RST N YR SNDY BST
PLS GV P TH GDS  GT YR RLTVS NDR DRSS
F Y KCK TH HRNT'S NST N TH FCKN NTRRNT
ND KNW BTTR THN Y BTTR WN THT SHT
STRT  FGHT ND G BLLS DP NTL Y FNSH T
F Y CNT TK TH SHT THN Y SHLD PT  LTTL PN N T
MK SM RM FR SNNN T TH HLDY NN ND 
WLL KCK Y RGHT N YR VSN ND LV Y CRSN ND SPTTN
RRRNGN YR MG KCK YR SS N TH KTCHN
PST THT JRNYMN PHS Y GTT SPT WTH PRCSN
YR FCKN TNGS NT N Z, TSS MR LK NCLR FSSN
WHT GD MD S N, LL YZZLL B SPLTTN
LK THCK THGHS N GLS GYS ND NYN LS
YH M TH B PN DMBSS WH JST TLD N HMSLF
SP

YNG SLLVN [LL YZZ, YNGSLLVN] - BNG BNG

The only lyrics you need
Are the ones that have
Been in your heart
For the longest time.

The Crown Joels [The Crown, EBILLY] - Finale

(featuring Klopfenpop & Prowess the Testament)

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO YOURSELF?
WHAT DO YOU GAIN FROM IT?
ON THE SIDEWALK BROAD DAYLIGHT SICK TO YOUR STOMACH
IT'S MARCH 13TH
YOU TOOK A WALK TO TRY & WRITE SOMETHING
ENDED UP FUCKED UP ON THE STREET
AND FOR WHAT?
IT'S GETTING HARD TO BREATHE
YOU'RE CRYING
HYPERVENTILATING
ALL OVER A BEAT
WHEN YOU STEPPED OUT
BET THAT YOU WERE THINKING SHIT WAS SWEET
TIL YOU STARTED TEARING UP & YOU WERE TWO BARS DEEP
I GUESS YOU'VE GOTTA BLEED WHEN YOU CUT INTO THE SOURCE OF ALL YOUR GRIEF
THE UNPROCESSED THOUGHTS & ALL THE TRAUMA THAT YOU KEEP CAME CRASHING DOWN ON THE FRONT LAWN OF A RANDOM PERSON'S HOUSE
"FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?"
YOU WANNA SCREAM IT BUT YOU DONT
YOU'VE GOTTA SHOW RESTRAINT
IF ANYBODY SEES YOU YOU'D BE SO FUCKING ASHAMED
WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR KNEES
TRY TO BREATHE
CAN'T DO IT
WHY THE FUCK YOU GOTTA DO THIS OVER STUPID ASS MUSIC?
NOBODY CARES
YOU'RE NOT PRETTY OR DYING
YOU'RE A SAD FUCKING WEIRDO WHO GOT DECENT AT RHYMING
STOP FUCKING CRYING
YOU CANT DO THIS ANYMORE
TRYNA ALCHEMIZE YOUR FEELINGS
TURN YOUR GRIEF INTO GOLD
FOR WHAT?
NOBODY'S LISTENING
YOUR TRAUMA'S UNIMPORTANT
DONT YOU GET IT?
NO ONE CARES YOUR MAMA DIED OR HOW YOU'RE MOURNING
IT'S PATHETIC
THE WAY THAT YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BELIEVE YOU'RE DOING ANYTHING BUT EXPLOITING MAMA'S DEATH YOU FUCKING FIEND
YOU NEED ATTENTION?
SHE NEEDED LIKE TWENTY SHOTS A DAY OF MEDICINE TO FALL ASLEEP UNTIL SHE LOST HER WILL TO FUCKING BREATHE
"FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?"
YOU'RE FINALLY STANDING
STILL CRYING BUT SMILING & LAUGHING
CONGRATULATIONS LOSER
YOU WIN NOTHING, DEATH COMES BY SURPRISE
THEN IT SUCKS
YOU LEARN NOTHING
& IT FUCKS UP YOUR LIFE
WHAT A PRIZE!
WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO SHARE THIS?
ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS ARE BAD
YOU SHOULD HONESTLY BE EMBARASSED
ALL OF YOUR SONGS ARE SAD
& NOBODY NEEDS TO HEAR THIS
YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE OKAY
NO YOU'RE NOT
YOU'RE PROBABLY NOWHERE NEAR IT
WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF?
RAPPING ABOUT NOTHING MIGHT BE BETTER FOR YOUR HEALTH
NOT RAPPING AT ALL MIGHT BE BETTER ALTOGETHER
SHUT THE FUCK UP
KEEP WALKING
YOU'RE FINE
IT'S WHATEVER
FLIP THE RECORD
I KEPT WALKING TIL I FELT BETTER
FINISHED WRITING THE SONG
WENT HOME TO RECORD THE DEMO
ENDED UP LOVING IT, ONE OF MY FAVORITES EVER
SO I GUESS I GOT SOMETHING FOR ALL THE EFFORT
RESULTS UNDER PRESSURE ARE NORMAL
IT'S NOTHING NEW TO ME
THE HARSH & SELF-DEPRECATING SCRUTINY USUALLY GETS IT DONE BUT WHEN I THINK ABOUT THAT DAY I JUST FEEL NUMB & DISCONNECTED
THE POWER OF PERSPECTIVE IS WHAT BROUGHT ME HERE TODAY
& IF I COULD GO BACK TO MARCH 13TH WITH ONE MESSAGE I'D TELL ME "EVERYTHING IS WORTH IT, EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY
YOU DO THIS FOR A PURPOSE THAT'S BEYOND YOUR MORTAL FRAME
FOR THE PEOPLE WHO CANT FIND THE WORDS TO SAY
YOU'RE THEIR ESCAPE
JUST REMEMBER THAT"

(SEE NERDCOREVPC.COM FOR FULL LYRICS)

Perfect Cell [Joey Z, Big Fake] - March Thirteenth

You gotta fight, not always but sometimes you do.
I’d keep that in mind if I were you, 

Fight or flight motherfucker, it’s one or the other
And times are gonna come when the run won’t cut it. 
Believe in your judgement, when it’s time to run in 
you’ll go off and let em know.

You can deliver when your backs against the wall.
So heads up, keep your back straight and stand tall.

You gotta fight when chips are down, you know you wanna
just put that damn foot in front of the other. 
Commit hit the lever, your shits as together 
now as it ever will be.

Commit to the risks and stand for causes 
Take the wins and access losses.
Learn from people  Learn the process
Cut the shit, you know where the saw is

Obvious Corruption [Obvious Lee, Cosmic Ray Corruption] - Stand Up Feat. Klopfenpop

Hey Andrew, think that you can write this track?
When put a pen to paper your panic attack
Will distract from what you're 'sposed to do,
I'm on call with a pharmacy getting meds for you

That I probably should take myself,
But I've neither time nor money to afford my mental health,
It's just as well that my wealth and healthcare,
Are too tied together to be there for my welfare

My selfcare consists of writing this down
For you to pick it apart and then critique how it sounds,
I know to grow you that have to cut it back at times,
But can we wait 'til I find right the frame of mind?

You're not well, dude, and rap isn't therapy,
Music isn't medication, lyrics aren't clarity,
Why don't you just ask for help?
You can only love others as you feel loved yourself

(Chorus)
What does my voice sound like?
WHAT DOES MY VOICE SOUND LIKE?
Does it sound like me? I don't need wear a mask when I lie through my teeth,
I'm a thief to all genres, a pawn to the king with defeat as my mantra,
You don't know who you are, more or less you're the best at departure,
You can't blame someone for this mess, you are the author

Yo Johnny, wait you really go by that?
You think you're Johnny Depp? You think you're Johnny Cash?
No adult male ends their name in "Y",
But you're a self-deprecating child, guess it applies

I'm guessing the lies you told yourself made you feel flattered,
"You do a good job" "you actually matter"
I shattered the glass house you live in, so give in,
You probably should give up 'cause you're just not driven

Took too much time to not sound like someone else,
You don't even sound like yourself,
There's nothing genuine, better do this draft again,
This was supposed to be the part where you write "the end"

Yeah, you let the words play, but I'm totally lost,
What the heck did you say? Get your point across!
Did you just quit writing?
Just skip to the chorus, I'm done fighting

Chorus

Dear me, cut the crap so you can see clearly,
You're merely a bit weary from this year, we
Experienced a lot, not together, but distant
And man, your depression's persistent!

In case you missed it, you really need to read the room,
Or next time your write, use a better nom de plume,
These are not the type of folx that'll like your jokes that'll like your tropes,
You should probably ghost like an unstable isotope

Everything you write is ridiculous!
Pick a side! Are you pessimist or an optimist?
No one wants to hear you speak your stream of consciousness,
No one wants to hear any of this

But don't quit, that, that's not it
When you finish this know I will cease to exist,
I'm the doubt in mind, your anxiety, your thoughts
If you stick a pen in me than I'll pop

Mechanical Peasants [AJB, Kyle Vice] - The Author (feat. Vincent E.L., Klopfenpop, and Alex is Free)

Dear [REDACTED],

We'd promised then and again point again repeating we wouldn't just keep breathing without reason. It's the least we could do when failed portrayals of our prescribed human kind as issued were but a recursive script we'd reread, as conscripted, then list every misstep as proof this was a life we were never meant to live through.

Dear [REDACTED],

Never held in an honest hand, that handle's a denominant that lands like katanas on skin, exposing the best we could give to a world without leeway for we who may harbor such conflicts among gods and goddesses' gazes. Our path laid charybdic, this tryptych, a maze between pastiche and couth. We shouldn't have to be told what's expected of us to assume

Dear [REDACTED],

How you'd bend without confidence to compliment partners and friends through a hollow lens. Problem bends pressed. Solemn movements produced constant stress. More than time will tell them your truths of orchards your eyes held that arrows would fly through. A sparrow's death died by the calendar day. Met by no heart left breaking, unlike you, and I can't excuse how you'd cry out for courage refused 

DEAR JONATHAN,

I'VE BEEN PRETENDING YOU HAD DIED BACK THEN
IF MY COMPLIANCE IS DENIED, THEN WHO AM I TO CRY
WHEN I STOOD SILENTLY BEHIND A WALL OF YOU, NO MIND TO FIRING LINES
MY HELPLESS OUTER CHILD, A HUMAN SHIELD SO I'D SURVIVE

I'M THIRTY NINE AND CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THAT THUNDER STORM WAS LIKE
TO STRIKE IN HUNGER UNDER COVERS LOCKED IN CUPBOARDS EVERY NIGHT
THESE GOD DAMN METAPHORS OF AGATHYS, WITH COWARDICE AND ICE
FORMED INTO PAULDRONS TO PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I LEFT YOU FOR A LIFE

Each breath I took from you in spite and held in tight enough to choke
I've known no matter undermined intent, regret cut off your growth
There's no defense invoked this time, the lines that hurt you most I wrote
Where's the closure in erasure? Supposed to hate you but I won't

No, no I don't believe in innocence and likely mine the least
And do appreciate the steps you'd steal when both my legs were weak
You don't deserve the ways me and your mind would speak to you 
At least Selene can dream now, but how is that supposed to help you sleep?

DEAR JONATHAN

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] feat. Ryako & Big Fake - to whom it should

You remember when they said we should fall back
Academics too stellar
Resume was looking hella 
Good. Every app got interviews and call backs
They said art as a career was a tall task
While at our packed out shows sipping Cognac
Decade later and we see that it was all cap


We just listened cuz we were timid
Fearful of perpetuating another image 
Of a young black 
Brainiac
With a lot of promise
Full scholarship to his flagship college
Ending up wasted potential
Jaded while washed up in an office
But reality has been the oppo
Site. Wish more people had been on me bout the topic
And when I showed fear they’d admonished
And reminded
Me 




You can start now
What are you waiting for
Recognize that it's hard as your heart pounds
Then step right through that door


It's worth the grind
Just know you could fail today
Get right back up
it's your time
Keep up, it will go your way




Two sold out shows last three days
Got me tapping in my story on my IG, stay
Viewing my clips like I’m watching Mahomes replays


Name might be ubiquitous in my town
But don’t forget that we could easily be feeling down
This grind’s an emotional roller coaster that abounds
With highs and lows even if you try to focus on the “now”


So next time an opinion makes you think of giving up
Come back to this moment and remember that you’re enough
Give the negative emotions place but never erupt
Cuz channeling that into inspiration is tough


You know how this can go
Put yourself in position to inspire your own flow
Remember the Ws and push through to your goals
And when the spark hits your spirit
Speak these affirming lyrics to your soul




You can start now
What are you waiting for
Recognize that it's hard as your heart pounds
Then step right through that door


It's worth the grind
Just know you could fail today
Get right back up
it's your time
Keep up, it will go your way

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Go Your Way

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.

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] Emetographia feat. Klopfenpop

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!
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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.

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Go Your Way

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