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!

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

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YNG SLLVN [LL YZZ, YNGSLLVN] - BNG BNG

(Intro)
I remember it like it was yesterday, yo. I lost my mom to breast cancer. And in that moment, a side of me came out that I never knew. A very strong and dominant side, whereas my weak side wanted to stay still. If it wasn't for that, that side of me...I don't know where I'd be today...


(Verse 1)
We lost our best friend
As I stare at her body, I say she’s restin'
When really she's up in heaven and
That’s when it set in
All the stressin', depression,
Avoiding sessions
The weakest point of my psyche risen
How can I go on livin'? 
All the vicious ambitions
Came from my mother’s condition
So now I’m just a kitten
Pessimism and minimalism fry my senses
My dreams and progression went
Dying off like her existence


But how you were conceived
Is insane to me
Born from pain, rage, patience
Remaining in me
Didn’t heed, you unleashed
A new rage in our steed
And attacked the whole world
With the same energy
If it weren’t for you
I’d still be lost at sea
Too scared by anything
Without Ma’s backing
I was paralyzed with fear 
But then you took lead
Keeping up with all our peers
And you kept me breathing
'Cause...


(Bridge)
What’s left of me
Are just fears and lies
You made a sanctuary
"In you and I"
I thank you for our dreams
'Cause they’re still alive
I wanna line these pieces up now
Yours and mines


(Hook)
You are more than I’d thought I’d be
Go to war just so we succeed
Through my mourning, you still believed
And reformed my Sanctuary
You are more than I’d ever be
Go to war just so we succeed
Through my mourning you still believed
And reformed my Sanctuary


(Verse 2)
I love how we take on the stage
You made Wreck so amazing
Making all of my dreams a reality
I waver but you help me stay here 
'Cause I still see our mom's face
As she faded away from our reality
And I cannot shake
The image of her living
And the difference of her shivering
And sick and couldn’t listen
To the words that I had said
And I tried to say I’ll miss her
As her final heartbeat
Gettin' weaker as she slippin'


And it's hard to not be bitter
And it's hard to not just quiver
In a corner and not give a shit
You told me "J, this isn't it!
This isn't what our mom intended
Get up off your ass and get it!
"You’re the stronger half of me,
I thank you for our fuckin visions!
If it wasn’t for you,
I would not be here in this position
So I’m gonna keep on riding
This bitch off the fucking hinges!


(Hook)

Vessels of Light [CreateLadyJ, Cam3] - Crystal Sanctuary

(ft. Prod. Ultraklystron, Klopfenpop, Tanner4105)

intro.
Dear Nursehella,
Oh! Wait, I meant Nunchuck Bitch!
Aw, fucked that one up!
Uh, yeah, I'm not the same person...
...as I was before.

ch.
I'm basically a master
Cause I mastered the basics
And I debated the bastards
And masterbate in their faces

v.
(yeah)
I ain't here to make enemies
I ain't here to make friends
I'm just here to make money (cha-ching)
Like my dad always said
You keep your shit on the low
Don't ask and don't tell
The basis is need to know
So you look out for yourself
Note to self: acquire wealth,
Keep your bitch on the shelf,
Trade happiness for dreams
Trade fame for mental health
An' I'm a a glass of molasses
Half empty, half jackass
You're a handful of assholes
With the rose tinted glasses

You put your bros before hoes
And yr chicks before dicks
You put your mother before others
Yes, you best remember this
Take the best, leave the rest
Fuck the gun, leave the cannole (Nolely!)
If the best is yet to come
I'm a save it like a goalie
I'm a right the wrongs I left
My mistakes are my perfection
I'm a move on to the next
Still respectin' my depressions
Cause I once was Under Pressure, boyee
Now it ain't a thing
Like Ice, I'm not the same
I got that lil bitty ting (tiss!)


post script.
Yeah, you never eat 
a fuckin' hamburger with onions 
before you bout ta fuckin' do a rap!

Thot Team Epic [Nursehella, Ultraklystron] - The Basics

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

(feat. prod. by Thugmasta J and Synthlad)

Gotta Get Away

young stroke, you need to escape
or else get killed like dumbledore by severus snape
you need to run, or better yet hustle
how you earned the name young stroke aka young muscle
or else, you might get murdered
you'll be dead meat, not talking bout hamburger
need to sneak like a burglar
or else you'll get caught and that's not hot
it's like a horror movie without the film score
people in the theater be like "don't open that door"
but i open it...
when i see what's on the other side i say "oh shit"
but you'll never see the stroke quit
i'm so focused, imma tell you bout survival
oh wait, the hot girl died?
there's no more reason to hide

i gotta to get away 
i gotta to run away
i gotta to get away 
i gotta to run away

young muscle you need to run like marathon
or else you'll be floating down river phlegethon
or better yet styx, no more ballin' in the mix
if you're dead, that means no more pizza from the hut
imma tell you what's up, if you're dead, no more stroke cuts
or krispy kreme donuts, or cherry coke sodas
the scene is grizzly, but they ask "who is he"
it's that young stroke, let me solve this mystery
let me find the escape hatch
alcohol out the flask, i smile but it's a mask
back to the task imma break the damn glass
escape out the back, that's just how i act
they say "stroke come back" then the credits start rollin'
haters missed the movie 'cause their phones were steady scrollin'
'cause i give em the blues
running away in the whip i drive some chevrolet shoes

Streezy Toad [Young Stroke Aka Young Muscle, Sweeney Toad] - Gotta Get Away

I know sometimes it seemed like a lost cause
but it’s all worth it
don’t be so hard on yourself cuz you’re not perfect
and yeah it get dark but just don’t ever stop searching
cuz right when they drop curtains and the crowds gone and you lost 30
they can forget to respect you reflect and you’ll see they cannot hurt you they all dirty
you gotta stop blaming yourself for the friends that you lost
everything comes with a cost
and crying don’t mean that you’re soft
but this is the path and you chose to walk it
you paid the price for that bag in your pocket
them cigarettes still got you coughin
keep smoking them nails in your coffin
you punish yourself way too often

And you bein home wouldn’t change what those cops did
rest up Malik 
i know when you heard that you lost it
confused and in tears like a lost kid
and seeing them pigs makes you nauseous
it’s deadly if you don’t move cautious 
justice is based on who profit
so whatever it is it is not this

Turned 32 with a pistol in hand
thinking this might be the end
you was down in the darkness again
right at the height of your plans
I’m happy that you took the chance and gave me a life
you don’t understand
you gave me a life now when i can I’m spreading some light
I’m doing it right this time

New lease don’t waste it success so close you can taste it
two families one apartment yeah you went and got it out the basement
you was sick of struggling for the basics
finding your way in the bass hits
you got the drive and they fake it
you got a dream they can’t take it
Every engagement coulda went south
holes in your  heart they been filling with doubt
they poison your thoughts with all of the venom that come out they mouth
they want the clout you want the cash 
they sat on a couch when you did a dash
called you a dummy for chasing your passion and now they act sad you cut em all out

But It’s all gonna pay off
poppa got sick and you momma got laid off
i promise you the pills the only thing you gotta stay off
smoke up a pound taking the weight off
long as you ain’t take a day off

You gotta get rid of the ghosts that haunt you
and the feeling that nobody want you 
it’s fake why would you respond to it
they playing a part and it’s on cue
but people will do what they want to that motivation beyond you 
please refrain from acting out despite the pain they caused you

Showin a weak point could get you exploited easily
people be moving so greasy sheesh 
I’m just resting peacefully 
but hoes tore off my Jesus piece and now I’m hanging regally
whippin the city illegally
I’m  fitna be free this time

Shawn Solo & Lex Lingo [Lex Lingo, Shawn Solo] - Untitled

(featuring Tanner4105)

Dear me
it's me
heres a letter to myself

Dear me
dear me
here's a letter to myself

Dear me
it's me
heres a letter to myself

I'm eating a sandwich

I'm eating a sandwich

Sandwich

I'm eating a sandwich

there's too much cheese

cheese

and I shouldn't have this

Sailor Doom remix [Johnny HacknSlash, TwillDistilled] - Fuck This XD (feat. Tanner4105)

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

dearest beefy this for your eyes only
set to detonate remotely, highly classified it homie
keep the kitten in the jansport and don't let it get out
hopefully nobody figures it out
What we’re dealing with is
i've been beefy for so long i don't remember how to be anything else
got jacks and joker for a house
and if they knew what I was bout
I’m pretty sure they’d wanna bounce
like i said,  they'll never figure it out
confidence is just a cosplay
everyday a broadway
can I get a mandatory reference here to wu-tang
distract em in a new way, reference with a big brain
grapplehookin' pussy now that they be leaving bruce wayne, right? 
I've always felt like I’m a giant imposter
nerdcore created a monster, fat boy surrounded in armor 
sweating it always gets hotter when you pretend not to bother
play the role of a rocker, but softer than tony chopper 
And I’mma go into a beast mode, don't get exposed
best be staying on your toes or else your cover's blown
and the people that have met you they know it
they've all been too nice to show it
but better safe not to blow it	 

I don't know what I would do without you
or the pits that I keep falling into
Often feels like there’s no more I can take
maybe picking up a mic had been my biggest mistake, yay  

I don't know what I would do without you
or the pits that I keep falling into
it's never about pleasing them it's always about pleasing me
so why I gotta hate myself and be my own worst enemy? 

friend requests add to a list of all the ones that I missed
they going nowhere like new taxes to a capitalist
ghosting everyone in hopes they all forgot you exist
Beefy to be honest always thought that you'd be harder than this
filling rings cause I've been running away
while still pretending that they want me to stay
hoping someone out there asks me to play, so I can hold and delay
this body got a lot of skin and it should be in the game 
hold it close to the chest and limit regrets 
make em all believe that your blessed, no telling the rest, 
can't believe we got the people thinking we ain't amature 
acting like a karen when I'm secretly the manager
and just a couple tiny notes like Arriety
give the people what they want babay Fuck Steve Perry 
I don't mean it and I love him but that's just a thing that they say
but ya gotta give em all a reason to pay
but in the future check the roster and then maybe we'll see
if some dope rappers wanna party with me
gotta be like D&D with a feat.
have tanner whip up a beat
and send an mp3 to XOC and Joey Z potentially 

I don't know what I would do without you
or the pits that I keep falling into
Often feels like there’s no more I can take
maybe picking up a mic had been my biggest mistake, yay  

I don't know what I would do without you
or the pits that I keep falling into
it's never about pleasing them it's always about pleasing me
so why I gotta hate myself and be my own worst enemy?

Muscle Laughing Shrimp [Beefy, tanner4105] - Biggest Mistake

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)

Häagen Dûdz - Don't Stop the Dancing

Drums provided by Ultraklystron
Bass provided by Klopfenpop

[Intro]
Another tasty dance jam? Alright DJ Lemon Pepper, let's do it!

[Verse 1]
Yo, what's up, number one on the Bloc
Johnny Salt is the one who's at fault for the rock
I dance and move, I can hardly make up
Beats so fresh make your Party break up
The Soviet, So overlong I'm over it
Over anybody calling me a once over
It doesn't take much, I'm easy to please
Bend those knees, don't freeze, it's dancing

[Pre-Chorus]
I manifest the perfect dance
Take the elevator up to the dance floor
I manifest the perfect dance
It's time to party jazz hands with gusto

[Chorus]
Can't stop won't stop don't stop me dancing
You can feel the jam in your heart beat advancing
Don't forget to tell a friend this the end of wallflowers
Grip into your destiny and dance with me, real power

[Post-Chorus]
Can't stop won't stop don't stop me dancing
Don't stop me dancing, don't stop me dancing
Can't stop won't stop don't stop me dancing
Don't stop me dancing, don't stop me dancing

[Verse 2]
Ain't nobody going to stop my shine
Diamonds from the sky
Diamonds, diamonds from the sky
Ain't nobody going to stop my shine
Diamonds from the sky
Diamonds, diamonds from the sky

[Pre-Chorus]
I manifest the perfect dance
Take the elevator up to the dance floor
I manifest the perfect dance
This is real power, the future of dancing

[Chorus]
Can't stop won't stop don't stop me dancing
You can feel the jam in your heart beat advancing
Don't forget to tell a friend this the end of wallflowers
Grip into your destiny and dance with me, real power

[Post-Chorus]
Can't stop won't stop don't stop me dancing
Don't stop me dancing, don't stop me dancing
Can't stop won't stop don't stop me dancing
Don't stop me dancing, don't stop me dancing

Häagen Dûdz [Johnny Salt, DJ Lemon Pepper] - Dont Stop the Dancing

Our song features Tanner4105 without his consent 

hold up stop wait
cuz the party just died
allow me to recesuitate
help me keep it alive
come on now,
hoes get loud
if you not shaking ass
then you're not getting down
and if you're not getting down
better get up and shout
suck another shot and start passing out
i don't care if you heard
or if ya boots got fur
just get on the floor and act absurd
we're the former fat boys
my name is $uccess
i fuck like crazy cuz my dick's like fake breasts
and all night I be shaking my groove thing
they call me screech cuz the way I'm moving
but thing is if I don't strut my stuff
I start to feel pressure build up in my butt
and if you don't move too the pressure builds up
and I explode on the floor and the clubs like what the fuck
  
i'm gonna shit on the dance floor, uh-unless you dance more
i'm gonna shit on the dance floor, uh-unless you dance more

take a shot of whiskey
a shot of valtrex
all these holes
so I'm bound to have sex
unless I have to take a dump
cuz you're sitting by the wall
stead of shaking ya rump 
cuz you chatting with ya girls
instead of doing the hump
cuz you kris krossing the bar
come on....jump
so take one step forwards, two steps backwards
where's a nice white kid learn these bad words
take one step forwards, dos steps backwards
watch your step cuz i may have dropped turds
on floor over here, over there
cuz if you're not dancing I assume you don't care
i assume you heard my threat and you don't scare
cuz I told you I would poop if you didn't show flair
yeah i'll do it everywhere, its impolite to stare
besides its your fault cuz you just sat there sooo

i'm gonna shit on the dance floor, uh-unless you dance more
i'm gonna shit on the dance floor, uh-unless you dance more


don't stop
shake then drop
or i'm gonna give new meaning
to drop it like its hot
and steaming, reaking
girls start shrieking, i'll drop trow 
unless y'all start believing
sipping ecto-coolers and they spiked with goose
a little slimer juice gets ya stools loose
so you have to stand, yo don't be late
come on gravitate
its piece of cake
cuz i don't care, i don't mean to scold
but i was born with a disorder that i cannot control
i'll count to number two, then i'll let go
then the party's over and we all go home
so if you can't dance, at least wiggle a bit
cuz its kinda building up, and i might have to shit
yo you in the corner, why you gotta sit
you ruined it for everyone cuz now i gotta shit

i'm gonna shit on the dance floor, uh-unless you dance more
i'm gonna shit on the dance floor, uh-unless you dance more
i'm gonna shit

move it
move it
or I'm gon lose it
I ain't kidding when I say I'm gonna drop new shit

move it
move it
or I'm gon lose it
I ain't kidding when I say I'm gonna drop new shit

i'm gonna shit on the dance floor, uh-unless you dance more
i'm gonna shit on the dance floor, uh-unless you dance more
i'm gonna shit

Former Fat Boys [A Dinosaur, Hard Corey] - EMERGENCY WoRk TRiP Laryngitis (shit on the DANCEflOOr)

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

Verse 1:
How much time in this life am I willing to consume
With thoughts of mortality portending doom
Yet always assumed I’d be forever in bloom
Too bad I can’t produce chlorophyll by the light of the moon
The spring time of life called on account of rain
I’ve been engulfed in flame but still-reborn the same
How many times have I told myself I’ll never be adequate 
But consider the skill immaculate, are both assessments accurate?
I’ve bled for this, and made the mundane my nemesis
Standing at the precipice is a tough spot for a pessimist
So I take a step back, maybe two for good measure
The thought of my own end is no longer a source of pleasure 
Sisyphus had a boulder, Atlas a chip on shoulder
Icarus wax wings, me? I’m getting older
Intrinsic and intricate, possibilities are infinite
Am I indolent or ignorant or do I just not give a shit?


Hook:
What we have here is a non organic failure to thrive
All this time on earth but not a single second spent alive
I’m not convinced this is how it has to be
Maybe I can live happy ever actually


Verse 2:
Is this a letter to myself, or a scathing editorial
Autobiographic obituary, self penned memorial
The inevitably once a comfort, I remember when it changed
The shift from one self to another like tears in the rain
Clinging to nihilism to escape the fear of death
Yet decrying religious thought with each and every other breath
Hypocritical in my stricture, and aware of the incongruence
Though it paints a perfect picture, the truth can be a nuisance
Like why am I surviving when I should be thriving 
Is there some grand point at which I’ll find myself arriving?
Headlong when I’m diving into patterns of depriving
Myself of silver linings, as if I’m content with writhing


Bridge:
What we have here is a non organic failure to thrive x8


Hook:
What we have here is a non organic failure to thrive
All this time on earth but not a second spent alive
Not convinced this is how it has to be
Maybe I can live happy ever actually

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] Happy Ever Actually

Guest Producers: Beaker, Big Fake, Young Muscle, Klofenpop

Déjà vu

Just when I think 
That I’m moving forward 
And everything's rosie

That’s when
I say something stupid
And fuck myself over again

Why can’t I chill?
Just
Behave with some decency
Words flow to easily 
Help from some deity

God 

Damn
What fucked up piece of shit I am
Unstable, moody, judgmental, a fucking sham
And no matter how hard I work, it’s always the same in the end

Cho:
Deja vu has got it’s eyes on you 
You can try, but not a thing that you can do
One step forward leads you back by two then
Start all over and it’s deja vu again
X2

Try to be better
Try to keep up the hard work
Try to not be such an asshole
Try not to act like a jerk
Try to hold back what your feeling
Try not to let it come out
Try not to undue the healing
And try for once in your fucking life to heed lessons you’ve learned and keep concealing.

Dive Bars [Stalara, MykMedia] - Deja Vu Feat. Beaker, Big Fake, Young Muscle, Klofenpop

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

JUNE 26

HEY YOU, YEAH YOU

[INTRO: PRESENT BANDITT]
Time to clear out some old shit from my hard drive - Wait, did I record this?

[VERSE 1]
[PAST BANDITT]
Dear me - this is you -  in the past tense,
I'd be surprised if you remembered about this,
See I recorded this to stir you from the outset,
A moment to cross check the plans you followed out with
- We are 14 at the time of recording,
But there is nothing about me thats important,
See by now you're probably nearing your 40's
So we're needing to talk about your fortitude forthwith
[PRESENT BANDITT]
Um, OK, we're about a year into the scene,
Got an album in production and Mid-tier VPC 
[PAST BANDITT]
Oh jeez, please tell me at the very least,
That the ill Alchemy CD's were well recieved
[PRESENT]
Yeah, about that, I sort of used them as a test run,
I blessed them, honestly, you should see our progression
[PAST]
Progression? What happened to the years of investment?
We picked up a mic in '06 where the hell have the rest gone?

[CHORUS] PRESENT BANDITT (PAST BANDITT)
(Hey you) Who me?
(Yeah you) But you're me
(What you do?) Well you see...
(No excuses, truly)
Well, I (You did what?)
I've been trying (Not enough)
I'll be fine (That's a bluff)
I could try, (Get it done)
(Hey, you) Who me?
(Yes, you) Go easy
(Is it true?) It could be
(How many oppertunities, you gonna need?)
Yes, but I... (No you don't)
But I might (No you won't)
Give me time (That's a joke)
(No more excuses, 'cause your moment is now)

[VERSE 2]
[PAST]
Let me guess, you've still not done a live show?
- Still no concept of how time flows,
Still haven't made your scanners track,
You know, the one to make their mind blown?
Probably still procrastinating on an album
Stuck between being an oddball and a brown nose,
Probably still unsure of how your style goes,
It's been 15 years thats a year for every download
Every day that you're not dropping flames what are you doing?
I thought you came in the game to make music
If you're thinking that now our points proven,
I hate to have to do this, but we might be a bit stupid
What happened to breaking your back making a track,
Every day that you are waking up that's space to attack,
Every critic who is spraying you flak, shaping your craft
- You probably still don't even tell people you rap

[CHORUS] PRESENT BANDITT (PAST BANDITT)
(Hey you) Who me?
(Yeah you) But you're me
(What you do?) Well you see...
(No excuses, truly)
Well, I (You did what?)
I've been trying (Not enough)
I'll be fine (That's a bluff)
I could try, (Get it done)
(Hey, you) Who me?
(Yes, you) Go easy
(Is it true?) It could be
(How many oppertunities, you gonna need?)
Yes, but I... (No you don't)
But I might (No you won't)
Give me time (That's a joke)
(No more excuses, 'cause your moment is now)

[VERSE 3: PRESENT]
I take it you're trying to motivate me, nice try
You're probably still making tracks to get a high five
Probably raging on the boards like that Goku guy
Because you get criticized like that No Shoes guy
It must be easy for you to tell me to work harder,
When you cant see in front of your hands like an archer
You're three years from meeting your perfect partner
spoiler alert 10 years from now you'll be a father,
Let me give you some advide that you can ponder,
Life doesn't care about the dreams that you wonder
But if I had to choose between this and my daughter
To be honest I probably wouldnt even bother
Hey you, yes you, don't sweat the small things,
You the planet we live on keeps on revolving,
So if all that matters is to be famous and be balling,
But wait until you see your daughter start crawling 

[CHORUS] PRESENT BANDITT
Hey you it's me
From me to you
(What you do?) Well you see...
(No excuses, truly)
Well, I (You did what?)
I've been trying (Not enough)
I'll be fine (That's a bluff)
I could try, (Get it done)

CyberFunk2077 [Banditt, Synthlad ft. Johnny Hacknslash & Sweeney Toad] - Hey You, Yeah You

I've grown so much during this sonnet voyage across unknown oceans I've always wanted to float in, but now it has come to a conclusion, who's winnin, who's losin this game of amusement, I'm losing my purpose, tell me was it all worth it? 

I'm still searching for that spark to create a true work of art, a masterpiece that hits top marks. With the sweetness of a harp, but with the fierceness of a shark, as swift as a fox, as strong as an Ox and more terrifying than Pandora's Box. 


For the dawn approaches and I'm still filled with these emotions, no roses, just an endless ocean of dread, no one will hear what I've said, no tears will be shed, these words misread, once more with my voice torn to shreds, full speed ahead!


With all the choices I've made I won't go back to erase my mistakes, I will look back to rejoice and say that this descending grace was always going to take place, for this is never ending fate I'm doomed to never fully escape


Forever I'll seek to be The Greatest Sea Terror, with a beautiful voice that could perfectly pleasure each measure, with the gaze of a harlot that could make you all surrender, Just imagine, this Siren hasn't even shown you her feathers


No matter the weather we will forever be together without a failure, I'll never be alone with all the souls I own, they are my life, they are my home, for they are the works of art that I've chosen to sit upon this watery Throne


These broken ambrosian souls are woven into my one true devotion, one spoken explosion of emotion that has awoken the biggest part of me, I'm free, we'll leave our marks and never depart for this is where it starts. 


I've illustrated my heart's song, I've coordinated my prolog, and formulated my catalogue, it's not much but I've made it this far, and with these battle scars I will arm up my squad and symphonically carve our name in the stars! 


Hook: 
She voyaged through Thalassa 
With her armies in a trance 
She conquered all of Gaia So no mortal stood a chance 
The Gods mourned their patrons 
Souls were hers to command 
For she's the hourglass and She's the last grain of sand


For she's the hourglass and She's the last grain of sand!

2 Cannonz [SirenSeraph, PSX] - The Great Odyssey (feat. Ultraklystron)

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.

VPC7 Round Five - Dear Me!

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