Public Vote Tiebreaker
ExtraDial vs. Muppet Ronin

CHALLENGE:
Compliment battle. A flip on the diss track.
VOCALIST:
Must write an ode / homage / love song / complimentary song to and about the opposing team.
PRODUCERS:
Must flip a love song of their choosing.

VPC Round Two - Public Vote Tiebreaker Flash Challenge

VPC7 ALL TRACKS

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...

VPC 7 Round 1

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

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...

VPC 7 Round 2

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

JUST CALL ME THE ALL MAUDRA, I LAUDE MONSTERS
AND BUTO YOU'RE A KAIJU EVOLVED THRALL CRAWLER 
YOUR FIST'S FULL OF DOLLARS, ALL GOOD, RAD, AND BALLING
YOU'RE A MOORE PAPERBACK, I'M MORE A LIEFELD DRAWING

FIND ME LAWLING MY PANTS OFF WHEN YOU'D TALK TRASH
BROUGHT TO CLIMAX WHEN I SPOT THE GUY FAUKS MASK 
FUCK A FIFTH OF NOVEMBER, AUGUST NINTH (2013) I'LL REMEMBER
AS THE DAY THAT MY LIFE CHANGED FOREVER

WHENEVER YOUR BOOTS NEED A WALKIN ON SOME NOGGINS I'M A TRUE FAN
LADY DIMIWHO? NO ONE CAN STEP ON ME BUT YOU, DAN
LIKE OOH DAMN, IF YOU'RE GONNA ASK IT'S A YES
THIS MARRIONETTE'S UNDRESSED, BEARING BOTH BREASTS

I DRIP SWEAT LIKE YOU DRIP SWAGGER, DUDE
BEST BET I'LL GIVE A (W)HOLE LOT MORE THAN ATTITUDE
THAT AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I GOT BUNS, BRO
SO IF YOUR PYTHON WANTS THOSE COME UPLOAD YOUR SOURCE CODE

O FACE
BUILD UP TO THAT WHOA PACE
BOTH WAYS

SLOW BLAZE
BONDING TIGHT LIKE OLD LACE
NO WAITS

KILL THE ROAD RAGE ON THE WAYBACK TO MYSPACE
OR PASS WITHOUT TRACE GOING DOWN LOW TO YOUR PLACE

O FACE
BUILD UP TO THAT WHOA PACE
BOTH WAYS

SLOW BLAZE
BONDING TIGHT LIKE OLD LACE
NO WAITS

KILL THE ROAD RAGE ON THE WAYBACK TO MYSPACE
OR PASS WITHOUT TRACE GOING DOWN LOW TO YOUR PLACE 

HOLD, PLEASE.

Puppet Shonen Ft. ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - Kabuto-o-face

WHAT UP LIZ, I KNOW THAT WE DON'T TALK MUCH
I KNOW THAT EVERY TIME YOU MAKE A BEAT THAT IT'S A BLOCKBUST
I DONT GOT MUCH TO TELL YOU THATS BEEN NOT NUFF
SAID ALREADY BY THE WHOLE FANDOM AND THE ODD JUDGE
AND YOU DESERVE TO HAVE BEEN TALKED UP (PROPS)
IVE SEEN THE WAY YOUR PRODUCT GO FROM SOFT, LUSH TO RAUCOUS
IT ALL FUCKS AND I AINT NOT A MONSTER
BUT TO WRITE THIS SHIT I GOTTA ACT LIKE YALL AINT GOT IT LOCKED UP
(AW SHUCKS) FIRST I HEARD FROM YOU WAS ART UP ON A CANVAS, BEATS
THAT CAPTURED EVERY COLOR, ON SOME TEXTILE BANDITRY
I SWEAR TO GOD CUZ, ON REPTILE FAMILY
UR BLOWIN THE DOORS OFF THIS NEXT STYLE HANDILY
DAMN, IT'S LEET...EUGH, I'LL STAND BY THAT, I'M TOO SURE
LIZARD GROVE VPC TOP THREE PRODUCER
AND NEXT ROUND, EVEN IF WE TUSSLE IN THE FUTURE
YOU KNOW MY WANT FOR NOTHING VINYL'S CUT UP FROM THE CUE BURN

I AINT TRYNA SPITE YALL
YOURE PRETTY AITE YALL
YEAH I LIKE YALL
YOURE PRETTY TIGHT YALL

NEXT...YOU...YEAH YOU, SELENE
I AINT PULLING PUNCHES HERE, I KNOW WE'RE BOTH MEAN
THOUGH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE FOURTEEN POINT THREE
OUNCE COOKIE BOX I SENT YOU IN TWO THOUSAND FIFTEEN
I DONT REMEMBER WHY I DID THAT BUT I'D DO IT AGAIN
CAUSE IM KINDA DUMB BUT ALSO BECAUSE YOU ARE MY FRIEND
IM JUST A MOOK WITH A PEN, TRYNA TRULY EXTEND
SOMETHING GENUINE FOR YOU FROM BEAKER BUTO AND THEM
I RESPECT THE WAY THAT YOU SAY WHAT YOU MEAN
HONESTLY, DIRECT, OBSCENE
SELENE...I THINK THAT'S THE WAY TO BE TRULY: UNRULY
I THINK IT'S GREAT FOR THE SCENE
YOU BEEN DOING IT, I COULDNT GUESS HOW MANY SHOWS
SO RESPECT, FOR ONE OF THE TRUEST VETS THAT I KNOW
YES YOU'RE DOPE, TALENTED, KIND, I'LL SAY IT VERY LOUDLY
CANT WAIT TO HEAR YOUR SONG ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU CARE ABOUT ME

I AINT TRYNA SPITE YALL
YOURE PRETTY AITE YALL
YEAH I LIKE YALL
YOURE PRETTY TIGHT YALL

VPC7

Muppet Ronin [Kabuto the Python, Beaker Sullivan] - LikeLikeLike

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.

VPC 7 Round 3

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Flaskpost

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….

VPC7 Round 4

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

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.

Muppet Ronin [Kabuto the Python, Beaker Sullivan] - LikeLikeLike

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