VPC7 Round Zero - Pre-VPC Preview Tracks

Best R 0's

Beefy

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

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

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

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


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


Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody


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

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


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

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

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

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

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


Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

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


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

VPC 7 Round 0

DeshKo [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Check In

Verse 1 (Messiah Carey):

Just call us brackets
and check how long we been at it
I remember when the Olympics hit Placid
Before Orlando had Magic
Back when Gretski hit us with the hat trick
I listened to Prodigy and Havoc
and Mr Boombastik
before Slip Knot maggots
and Juggalo hatchets
when muggles used match sticks
and blockbuster had it
long enough to flip a track quick
sayin this is that phat shit
hangin out with the bad fish
drinkin fuckin Zimas gettin blasted, shit
you either had it or you matched with it
and we always had the baddest clique
since then we stayed passionate
at this point you could say we're just mashin it
like potatos
tell we where the day go, when the world was dayglow i would hit you with my payphone
horde all the play dough
run you for your pesos
you ask me why? senor cuz i say so
paint i'm huffin, hey awe muffin
what more can i say? I'm bluffin
I never stole nothin from anyone
i come through, and i'm getting done
getting finished
it's not a realtime scrimmage
i do what i can from here in to infinites and beyond and back
i'm stompin crap
this aint the 80s i want it back.


Verse 2 (Jared Sparks):

We on some squiddle ditty dee blot

Spit like damn I hope these motherfuckers got they flu shots

We rep them boondocks

I wrote this one in camo shorts and flip flops

My carharts is older than your k pops

Brackets

hijack hi jinx like zaphod beeblebrox it’s a shame how

Shane made me censor this a lot, plus he's a cop

while Jared sparks

Kicks the beat box

Word on the street is that

We should really detox

Nah let’s push the Heart of gold to the weed spot

Eeeeert y’all got that cheetah piss?

After we squeeze these spider tits

We housin habanero hummuses and pita chips

And rehash every last one of these treatises

[#%^] [Messiah Carey, Jared Sparks] - Okboomerz

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Vince is old school like Princess Toadstool.
Your grandma's sewing circle thinks it's so cool.
I rebuild and music is my principal tool.
I spit rhymes while these kids just flow drool.
I take it back to the olden days. The golden age
When MC's knew how to hold a stage
and stand on a mic with rhymes that fold the page
and leave you so ashamed of your own you can't show your face.
I'll go to-- [space]. A small step for an enby.
A giant leap away from any speckle of trendy.
Recommend me whatever the heck and send me a cheque
and I'll spend it on an endless assemblance of venerable tech.
We're the creme de la gremlins 2 [the new batch],
which you and your crew would be stupid to pursue the opportunity to match.
A true catch, like zubats or whatever the kids are into.
The rare shiny thing long since discontinued.

[CHORUS]
[Both] We told you what it could be. An oldie but a goodie.
We'll show you how to boogie with our logo on your hoodie.
[A]And we Truly kept it how it was just a few enhancements
And Maybe yo it's old school we some new advancements 
[Both] We told you what it could be. An oldie but a goodie.
We'll show you how to boogie with our logo on your hoodie.
[V] 'Cause the present is depressing and we're pressing our luck
betting the music of the past helps you forget that it sucked.

[Ardamus] 
 
So old school yeah yeah that's bold
Yeah I'm an old fart,
Still rippin' you an new asshole
Don't even care if there's even fiber in your diet
A wordsmith leave you enlightened by the science
Start keepin' ya trap shut, and leave it at that
And dont tell these damn nerds that it's easy to rap
Comics dont even do it with jokes
dope dealers dont do it with dope
Just revealin' the scope
what you think you see tho, taking it back
crates of breakbeats, breakin' ya backs
It was makin' ya rap
And rhyme hard
And You weren't a DJ because you showed up and you brought you iPod
iPad, iPhone whatever you kids buy
No need for guns if they're lettin' the fists fly
Breakin' on the cardboard, practicin' beatbox
See back in my days, yo it started with street hop

[CHORUS] 

[A]
Mindless chat, Time elasped
Out of pocket ass theory on what might collapse
Proofread it was written on the walls
Addictive old ways, now I keep gettin' withdrawals
Quick pause on the tape let's stay in the moment
Parallel universe take it and clone it
It wont be the same fade and the hi-tops
Turn it up a taste with the bass it might rock

[V] There's never been a time when everything was fine.
At least none that springs to mind.
We've been advised to leave that to which we cling behind,
kill it if we have to and never hit rewind.
But the thinner line might be minimized slightly
by the inner light we bring that shines brightly.
Strings that bind tightly, wings that fly lightly,
redefine things you think, and quite right, we-- 

 [CHORUS]

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L, Ardamus] - Oldie But A Goodie

Beef T

4105

1337

G33K

B33F

Let’s get em


Hello there

Ya know me it's Beef with the good hair

Hanging with smoothies and ostriches 

while you're all pondering "what have I got there?"

Hoping for something that lasts

I just hope that you know your place because you're trash

Pin me in 3 well you ain't got the Chance

I’ve been up on this shit before hamsters could dance 

Def’er than Airpods

Wrestle with mad plots 

Posting the screenshots

Most of em be frogs

Smirk at the faceswaps

Sipping on Clorox 

Here when the bass drops

Hamsters get mad props

Cuddly heartthrobs 

Posing in teapots

Chiller than Spongebob

Eat the whole scene up

Failing nonstop

Post and ya get blocked

Peek at you, not shocked

Don’t quit your day job

 

DANK (x9)


Hit you with something you won't forget

sub in the groupchat, ya BOTTOM TEXT

slapping so far when we whammy the bar

A Flamenco guitar doing more with Les

Solutions I gather em

You know that modern problems need a modern one

17 copies of me, all about age of three

chill in Area 51

Whatever it takes

Not very Deep when you fall for these Fakes

Feeling yourself more than if Dowton Abby's Mr. Bates was secretly owning some slaves

I'm having my fun cause it's number one

Dreaming of sleep till I'm Kabi-gone

Your raps they remind me of Billy Gunn

Indefensible just like a Naruto run


DANK (x9)


scream when the meme hot

save you a screenshot

chop with a mean crop

launch like a slingshot

Rave in the dope spot

Pray that it don't flop

Stay with a known alt

Front page and don't drop

Got you a thumbs up

Chest out and nose up

Right where ya post up

Spill all the gossip

Space for the process

Jam out the progress

Here with the monsters

Filling your rosters

ain't nobody cares where you been

I see this as an absolute win

I'm Roy thinking about hitting the Jim

Like Rosie and Finn

Never do that again

jpeg or gif, you could make it a video

Transcending media, ya seeing through the radio

premeditate the fire, roasting in the studio

Arson in the stereo

Cool motive, still murder though


DANK (x9)

VPC Six - Round 1

1337 G33K B33F - Popozao

He works for the minimum, feeling numb
Doing odd jobs till the paper comes
Always sure thing in the Autumn sun
Swing into the spot like a pendulum
Grab the application and he fills it out
Even though that's what his resume is all about
They don't call any of his freakin references
If they are they ain't leaving any messages
Then he shows up filling out more words and numbers on these forms
Then an orientation about how to complete his chores
And just like that now he's back on tap, he'll have beer money in about two weeks
Gotta just sit back, and then fill these racks, until everybody hits them streets
Happy Halloween
He's teachable
Doing good work well it's feasible
But they pretend that every items squeezable
Ain't sitting here trying to be unreasonable
It's seasonal, demeanable
Spirit over here but it's regional
Only took three weeks of servicing the customer before our hero feeling fuckin miserable
October 1st, they all showing up like freaks
Little kids and idiots and big titty goth ladies
And every size that's in between
Everybody that feels so unique
And every time a new one rolls in gotta hear that sensor scream
Where's your spirit
Let me see it
Raise your streamers to the ceiling
Witches is our business and our business here is screaming
Where's your spirit
Let me see it
Share it with the ones that need it
Give a spooky greeting to each and everybody who visits
Where's your spirit
let me see it
Make yourself and me believe it
Rake us up a profit or we'll leave ya out and leave ya fridged
Where's your spirit
let me see it
where's your spirit
let me see it

where's your spirit
show me your spirit

What they want is inhumane, goddamn insane
Don't they know people aren't really made that way
Never naturally, they custom made
Imprint inlaid from a factory
Baby not today, is what he tried to say
Till a feeling came, like a growing pain
Cause he feels contained by his need for pay
every member of his team feels the exact same way
But now he's standing up, he's had enough
Every shift it sucks, and the lack of funds
So he's feeling pumped like he's got the guts
He doesn't have much but his word and nuts
And massive debt, and of course the rent
Always overspent and they will collect
Cause they won't forget when he cash that check
mate come correct, try this instead
Tell me, do you have any plans for your career?
If we expanded could you see yourself with us in 5 years?
Specializing in fall fears is just one of our main tiers
And if you wanted to stay here, we'll make you king of the cashiers
Feels like he crashed down, blacked out
3 percent boost in the bank account
Feels tossed about, when he came around
He was finding out he was selling out
Oh lordy me, how could this be?
He's a larger cog in a vast machine
And he's losing steam and he dares to dream
That everything could go differently


And now our hero’s totally heel
little bit of power he was making a deal
signed him up for life man it's a hell of steal
Daddy need to eat he said he’s keeping it real
now he's probably going to hell
for an 98 toyota tercel
sold his soul and if you asked him for how much he probably never will tell
because the total it was lower than shit
But he still got a job on November 1
And many more months after that to come
Got that god mode OP golden gun
big boy bank having all the fun
Said they're ready for their second phase
Shaking up the furniture and rearrange
They're really gonna try to lift up that face
Well sign him up boys if that's the case
He could use a fire where there once was soul
He could fill the emptiness with piano
He can get down with these wreaths and snow
He's been known to party with mistletoe?
Speakers playing something religious
They said that they're shifting the business
October's for Halloween but after that I think that every month that we’re gonna do christmas!

VPC6 Round 2

1337 G33K B33F - Where's Your Spirit

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

1337 G33K B33F  - So Amazing

VPC6 Round 4

1337 G33K B33F - Too Slow (The Tortoise and the Hare - A Tortoise diss)

[ft. MC Frontalot, Glenn Case, Doctor Popular, YTCracker, Mikal kHill, Lil Jordo, Ailsean]

VPC6

1337 G33K B33F - Tag Team

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

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

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

Dappersaurus [An Hobbes, 2Ton21] - Molly Ringwald

[Ardamus's verse]
Famous in Nerdcore, shit, I'm cool on it
No hatin', just sayin'if that's you wanted
And I don't give a damn if you rap at the right pace
Some yall like rap when its backed with a white face
And if that ain't you, just shut fuck up
Take a three clover, it's over your luck's up
Some of us battled fools who had guns in their waistline
Way before you could even function with face time
Before adult swim came on a late time
Back when your parents kept ignorin' the hate crimes
(Oh they still on it) no actual silence
Yelling all your plans like the Capitol riots
If I make you mask up, factual science
If I take ya task up, ya have an alliance
With the bathroom floor, as I take away stans
I'm like Urkel on the court with the breakaway pants

[Ardamus's Hook - 3x]
So sick of this shiiiiit.....
I got outta bed for this.....

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Your non-weedsmoking token Swede made this dope ass beat in point five of a minute,
and I've got private citizens high, none the wiser, vibing with it.
Sky's the limit, type of shit I wipe from my lids in the morning,
I make heads nod in the middle of yawning.
Got you drawn in, fawning, on and on again.
It both is and can't be beat, 'cause it's a homonym. Astonishing
prominent promising competent shaman in audio processing,
vomiting vowels and consonants. Towels? Come toss 'em in.
Play possum and cross the jostling off of the list,
'cause .5 think outside the sarcophagus.
Hands and esophaguses discharing raw awesomeness.
Possibly blossoming into gods of incomparable consciousness.
Cream of the crop of this contest, no opposition.
This competition will end with one position.
Not first, point five. Half a double decker sandwich.
This is the part where I remind you it's my second language.

[refräng]
Så trött på skiten... Är det här vad jag klev ur sängen för?

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Outta Bed

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Assigned producer or vocalist.
Separate and distinct, otherwise you're a loser or don't exist.
One of two roles, but I've found that they might vary
and when have I ever bowed down to a binary?
I'll lie buried before I prioritize winning,
eyes brimming at the prize, grinning in the ninth inning,
over taking part in the creative challenge  
without wasting talents, holding back in the name of "balance".
Eighty gallons of raw skill, and you want half of it?
Pour out the forty in a sacrifice to Baphomet?
Don't want your teams too passionate?
Just a fraction of the imaginative capacity of this cabinet?
The sign says "must be this tall to ride".
Well, we're above it, so we're disqualified.
And when you all have died and the dust has settled,
there won't be anyone upon whom to thrust the medals.
Rusty kettles whistle as we boil over, soil coasters  
and spoil your royal clover club with soy yogurt.
Annoy voters by proxy, openly mocking the system
and showing the moxie to throw the whole competition.
We'll talk, you'll listen, you'll all be wishing we won
when the mission is done, consensus is "this has been fun".
The distance we've run will be worth it,
'cause we multiplied the challenge and managed to still be perfect.

Unless you're super judgmental,
here's .5 Quartet, two for one special.
Twice as many as half of all of us.
Too advanced of math for dogmatists.
With risk you'll lose a blood vessel,
here's .5 Quartet, two for one special.
Doesn't matter if it's good or bad.
Just imagine what you could've had.

I'm pulling double duty, but I'm only one part of this.
I didn't make this beat, but I sent one off to Ardamus.
Our tracks will have you begging for an armistice.
Not for mercy, but rather to offer arguments
in our favor to the judges
till their stance on team structure budges.
Anything between raucus riots and humble nudges
till the maximum number of tracks per round fudges.
But don't hold grudges at our inevitable loss.
We're the martyrs in this myth and heavy is the cross.
The devil's in the flaws and the gods are gonna hate on us,
but in a few weeks all your followers are satanists.
We're great at this. It's like we're spinning thread.
We could do this even if we were the living dead.
Wait, I just got word from Ardamus, it seems I've been misled.
He won't be doing vocals, so I guess we'll simply win instead.

[Ardamus]
...Sike....
I drove you crazy
don't trip, I'm still gonna rip that beat you gave me
but i had to be an opportunist
they jump the gun with their round 0 but they never try and hop the bullet
More than Mario
doing Cardio
Sorry yo
I was never from the streets but I played around in barrios
Pardon my pardon beggin' my pardon no Dolly Parton
Startin' to get my star when they often keep jockin' my jargon
Harden with beard on my face, tryin' to ball again
I'm hardened with a sneer on my face, high as balls again
Figured its a good idea to show a little 
what could happen when you have the right combination and flow a little
and...show a little, in this showcase, flow great
I kept diggin' and diggin' now I got mo' crates
Sure bet with the point five quartet
with EL on my drums, you should know we're a sure threat

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - 2-For-1 Special

SO I SPEAK RAPS, WEAR A SNAPBACK AND ADIDASS
PEEL YOUR WIG LIKE A SAILOR DO A CAN OF SPINACH
ME AND BEAKER SLEEK, KEEP CASH AS WE CLINK GLASS
HIT UR SHORTY WOPS NEAT ASS WITH A SKEET BLAST (CONSENSUALLY)
WHILE YOU WERE WATCHIN HENTAIS WITH TENTACLES, ANEMONES
NEVER CALL ME SENPAI BRO YOU ARE DEAD TO ME
CHEAP DOC DEMENTO SHITS OFFENDING ME
AND YES ITS ME, YET YOUR WHOLE STYLE IS PRETEND TO ME
(FAKE) NO YOUR BANDCAMP ALBUM ISNT TEMPTING ME
HEAVILY, IM SHARPENING MY BLADES IN THE HEBRIDES
I'M GREAT, YOU WILL NEVER BE, IN A CENTURY
AND YOU COULD NEVER PLAY THIS LORD...EVONY
DA BUTO (YEAH), THE PYTHON (DA BUTO)
NEAT BITCH, TALI FEET PICS WITH THE TWO TOE
PYTHON LIKE FOR EACH LOOP EXECUTE CODE
PYTHON LONG JOHN SILVER YOU ARE TOO CHODE
MOOK FLOW (PAID) MAD RESPECTABLE THE FLAT RATE
YALL AINT GOT THE GOUDA THEN YA TELL ME HOW MY MASK TASTE
CASH, CAKE, TALENT, ITS EXPECTED THAT I SMASH GREAT
STATE THAT EVEN LADY DIMITRESCU COP THE FAT EIGHT

危険な子供たち [Kabuto The Python, Beaker Sullivan] -goylemat

ayo we over limit
so hot but they won't admit it
and we fully wicked forging the papers ya get commited
what I see is vivid
so seamless it must scripted 
all the verses are the sickness and nobody's got a gimmick
but then we gotta pivot
reality nonexistent
put RAP inside the thumbnail so everybody mimic
and we never timid
when everything has been shifted
we're going for a ride I hope your ass has got a ticket
know we cybernetic, stole it from optimus give em credit
I'm the greatest of the second gen though nobody has said it
been addicted
reach feelings that you encrypted
trophy has been lifted before anything's submitted
yo it's been a minute
i'm warning you that we in it
so often gotta sit it but we never gonna quit it
little bit a visit, i'm hopeful you don't forget it
everybody getting bodied, this is just the first exhibit 
mp3 of your track : added to email

Muscle Laughing Shrimp [Beefy, Tanner4105] - Garbage Day

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

Muscle Laughing Shrimp [Beefy, Tanner4105] - Garbage Day

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