VPC7 Round Zero - Pre-VPC Preview Tracks

Raps

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

VPC 7 Round 0

[#%^] [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

THIS IS A SONG ABT BIONICLES. SIKE ITS ABOUT ME

Kabuto The Python - Kopaka

THIS ONE IS ABOUT A GAME I PLAYED IN THE 90S

Kabuto The Python - Fuckin Nanosaur

THIS TRACK BROUGHT TO U BY PATREON

https://www.patreon.com/kabuto

Danky Kodos

Gamergate

http://www.cyberianhiphop.com/

PRODUCED BY RICHIE BRANSON

Welcome "2" Cyberia (feat. Benjamin Bear)

[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

NerdcoreVPC