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

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

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

VPC 7 Round 3

YNG SLLVN [LLYZ, YNGSLLVN] - TNDRZE

"GONE" by The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0]
LYRICS:

I can’t believe, you and me… and this... tree…
Seeing stars corresponds to our his’tree.
Stuck on an island yet I just can’t see outside
Send up a signal in the hopes that you can give me a ride,
To the places that you go in your mind.

Staring in your general direction,
Your eyes fixed on the horizon, I
Know we can buy ourselves time,
If we can mobilize,
Coordinate insides,
Get coordinates States-side, ah, ha-ha!   [ =_( ]
We have to try, we have to try, oh-oh-oh!
If you and I, record it right then maybe we can
Chart atop the billboards while they
Chart a course to paint our story on

If we can get it going, going, going
Then we can get going, going, =GONE=

We wanna make it out of here
If we wanna make it out of here
Alive
We’ve got to collaborate
Our lab, low battery
Near midnight on Saturday
Not a lot of time
We wanna make it out of here
But no one makes it out of here alone
Message in a bottle going, going, going
So we can get going... =GONE=

The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0] - GONE

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


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

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

(Verse 1)
May Day May Day 
SOS and panic lingo 
This message an emergency 
Listen up you hearing me 

Our plane crashed somewhere south 
Of Tobago 
We stranded on this island and Pat looking unstable 

clothes tattered and torn 
Lips parched and dry 
You our final hope 
We Running out of supplies 

We still alive 
But don’t tell them shit
Castlevania season 4 
On Netflix I can’t miss so

(Hook) x2
Do me a solid 
Just please send some WiFi 
Don’t tell my friends 
Just please send some WiFi 

Tired of work and family so you know why 
No rescue needed 
Just please send some WiFi 

(Verse 2)
I got Spotify on my phone 
Call of duty war zone 
YouTube twitch streams 
Reddit for the dank memes 
pornhub premium 
Disney plus on demand 
Don’t need no AC 
cool with just onlyfans 

Might rewatch sex and the city
Amazon prime next day delivery 
Nature and fresh air annoyances aint here
So could you do just one thing for me

(Hook)

The Phoenix Force [Gizmo, Patkilpat] - WiFi

Häagen Dûdz - The Jam Zone

Drums samples from The Winston's - Amen, Brother

"Synths" are animal sounds. Bullfrogs, porcupines, beavers, swallows, & sparrows

[Intro]
Warning, you are now approaching a designated jam zone, please present identification. Very good, you may now proceed to dance!

[Verse 1]
Mercury Venus Earth and Mars
Are all designated jam zone so far
In the sea of stars, Earth is an island
This island Earth
Limit all your dancing to jam zone principality
Under consequence of cosmic criminality
Come on and slam, welcome to the jam
Welcome to the jam zone

[Chorus]
Limit all your dancing to the jam zone please
The jam zone please, the jam zone please Limit all your dancing to the jam zone please
The jam zone please, the jam zone please

[Verse 2]
Mercury Venus Earth and Mars
Are all designated jam zone so far
Your planet is property of cosmic coalition
Prepare to be inducted into jam zone tradition
Pluto is still a planet, but
If you don't want it we will take it for jam zone
Jam zone swag

[Chorus]
Welcome to the jam zone
Limit all your dancing to the jam zone please
The jam zone please, the jam zone please
Limit all your dancing to the jam zone please
The jam zone please, the jam zone please

[Outro]
DJ Lemon Pepper has a PHd in swag

Häagen Dûdz [Johnny Salt, DJ Lemon Pepper] - The Jam Zone

we landed somewhere in the Galapagos
or one of a hundred ancient archipelagos
wearin my adventurer's pants and petticoat
stranded on some part of the map that I don't know


Tai and I eye the beach line down to the jungle
better we figure out shelter before we encounter trouble
but no sooner said then we hear a clock tick
a giant croc big as a rock cliff lickin his chops, QUICK!


we double time it as the crocodile pursues
we lose the croc but find ourselves equally lost too
we peer out the underbrush and spot a temple
we hear the clock tick behind and decide to enter


A stone head the size of stonehenge
opens its mouth to speak and says "I am Olmec"
"Treasure and danger lurk behind these doors
but beware the temple guards and the spirits of yore."


We traverse the cavernous recesses
when an aberrant presence disturbs the quiescence
a palored man, deformed by savage lands
introduces himself to us as Caliban


"You must've ship wrecked in the Tempest
I serve this island, may I guide you post hence?"
We say ok then we away down the corridor
with lighted torches, when we suddenly strike a fork


Caliban says "this way" when I spot something suspicious
a shadowy figure lurking off in the distance
I nudge Tai like time to say goodby
and jettison in the other direction with no question


we rush the twists and turns and catch light to the left of us
runnin top speed right to the edge of a precipice
we're overlooking a view of the whole island
and see all sorts of beautiful places we may die in


A giant sky scrape sized ape roams the valley
an evil black smoke rolls through the trees
a tribe of abandoned children are gathered
and two fire breathing bulls are guarding a golden fleece


We retreat the dead end with Caliban in pursuit
and he's joined by a demon lady with red wings to boot
we race out the temple as our foes are upon us then
tic tock, the giant croc rears up and swallows them


Worst island ever

Floe Riden [Storyville, DJ Taiyouken] - Worst Island Ever

Come to the new
Island of Messina
Where ALL your dreams come true

Come to the Island of Messina where tequila flows
Like Aquafina, this Seraphina Latina goes
Down like calamari on the barbie with Bacardi
We'll party until our souls expose their glow

This new cantina's much cleaner than the one before
With senoritas sunbathing like diamonds upon the shore
And buffets galore, You couldn't ask for more, hop aboard
Come explore this epiphenomenon Lore

Come lounge in our underwater oasis, quite spacious
And famous, like Vegas with gracious Nereid faces
Experience the feeling of carelessness, Oh, you'll probably need the Coordinates
Longitude: 15.5526, Latitude: 38.1939, yeah
See you there!!!

Come to the new
Island of Messina
Where ALL your dreams come true

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - Island of Messina

We went to Mile 0 Beach and the local petting zoo with a zoom recorder.


The "kick drum" is us kicking a 5 Gallon drum we found on the beach, detuned

The "hi hats" are clam and oyster shells we found and clicked together

The "rim shots" are sticks we found on the beach and smacked together

The Beach noise is recorded directly from the Pacific Ocean

The Campfire noise came from Klopps backyard
The Tape click is my old Sony Walkman starting and stopping the first mixtape my hiphop group was ever on

The Goat, Peacock, and Zebu noises are from the Beacon Hill petting farm

LYRICS:

our ride is busted up
droppin rhymes like a coconut
hoping that 
provoking the totem 
chimes and it opens up

a broken structure
ruptures from the scenery
intertwined with vines 
decaing time beneath me


a tropical island
got a sidekick beside him
tryna fuck with Poseidon
but it's hard to stay fluid

as I scribe on papyrus
the esophogas tires
pyus, sensory fire
in time with the movement

LETS GO!

circle tightens 
so we have a palaver
squaking with the sparrows 
holding court over this challenge


the, lord of flies says
piggies on the spit now
watch me take this corny round
and crank out a legit sound


how it goin down
rapping through a busted gut
throat ripping nasaly scrub
picking the slack up

you better back up 
I learned how to bellow
stoke the fire ripping
pire glistens get the marshmallows


kicking lyrics by the ocean
the coastal erosion
broken by the tones
spoken at the quotient

copious atonement
won't show the globe
we've sown and were imploding
so enjoy covid 
and the collective 
of open mourning


no adorning fans 
no exploring random 
sands the globe is
shut down for expansion
till we get our stab

what the fuck
was that a crab
riding on a deer
please can we get back
to the studio with 
our gear
I fucking hate it here

1up Funk [Bobby Arsen, Hook Shot] - Beaches and Cream

So you wonder what happened on ceti alpha

Dropped on a planet you, get me after

Stop the flex and test the master

Best of the best make the best cadavers

Never make threats to just cadets

No regrets don’t forget your debts

Bring the rest just come correct

Don’t get stressed from the epithets  

Used to feel a little but the little wouldn’t do it so the little got more and more

Just kept tryin to get into the middle but the middle, pff such a bore

Everybody knows what they think they know in the end who really sure

Everybody knows that they gotta feel but never know what they feelin it for

Might’ve said it once, maybe twice maybe never said it before 

gotta keep track to keep it on track then forever see me settlin’ scores

 


Flickering fire forming in the sky

atmosphere a million shades of death

Flashing light - almost everything dead

Nothing left willingly led


Nothing left willingly led by your Fed

Nothing left willingly dead for your Fed


Nothing left but revenge and I seek it

Get my hands around the captain’s throat and squeeze it

I would call that scenic, sucka I always stay at the zenith

Watch the situation worsen

No sweat for a superior build of a person

[#%^] [MessiahCarey, Jared Sparks] - Marooned

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

[#%^] [MessiahCarey, Jared Sparks] - Marooned

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