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

ch.
bury me with all my shit
don't want you to have it

v.
to whomever it may concern
no concern of mine
bury me with all my shit
leave no trace behind

holiday, a castaway,
murder and a suicide
heaven knows carusoe goes
on friday nights for homicide

someone get some just rewards
wilson ever get ahead
willpower makes you fucking bored
boredom makes you more depressed

just a desert, just desserts
guess what you deserve?
deserted and you know the worst
deserted with a kilo hurts

shallac a thousand blackest nights
stranger stranded on the sand
shiv 'em, shank 'em, saw, a knife
strangle 'em with my two hands

this little note, uhh
I hope it float, uhh
just like a body baby
just like a boat, uhh

and if it sinks, yeah
then burn a witch, uhh
or just another 
motherfuckin' evil bitch, so

don't call the cops, no
call no police, yeah
don't go send out, no
no SOS, uhh

just bury me, yeah
with all my shit, uhh
and all I got
my last request

Thot Team Epic [Nursehella, Ultraklystron] - Bury Me (With All My Shit)

(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

i done came down, more throwed than a discus
ran so much game i done tore my meniscus
it goes down like physics, my flows non-euclidean
my whip all black, i drive a chevrolet obsidian
- more numbers than lotto
call the police i got a stolen picasso
got a pet bald eagle and a stolen da vinci
pass the neosporin my trigger finger itchy
- pass the calamine lotion
i done swam across the ocean, i done came with that potion
cryin' in the whip i drive a chevrolet emotion
i done came with that quotient
your click gets divided, shit kinda quiet
jesse d bandcamp, you know imma pirate it
my flows, expensive like plywood
they salty bout the benz insignia on my hood

they say stroke, you need to cool it
but i'm BOMB, back on my bullshit
they say stroke, how do you do it
i say i'm BOMB, back on my bullshit

back on my bullshit, young stroke at your service
smokin' and sippin' imma tell you bout the herbalist
imma tell you bout the liquid, i'm sippin'
feelin' kinda tipsy, imma do somethin' risky
strip to my skivvies and i'm showin' naked spine
sweeney toad made the beat into a frankenstein
when streezy toad links up with king kong mega dong schlong
we'll drop a hit like thong song except ten times more strong
i'm unstoppable, like a zit unpoppable
photoshop's pissed 'cause streezy toad's uncroppable
the road called life, got obstacles and potholes
but i don't give a damn, poker game i'll not fold
diamond hand holder, flow so hot i smolder
keep the damn stash in the lisa frank folder
pop trunk in denver, close it down in boulder
haters listened to my song and turned 10 years older

Streezy Toad [Young Stroke Aka Young Muscle, Sweeney Toad] - B_O_M_B

Coconut Surprise (Slop Slop)

(digging)
Hey Frank! Frank!

What?

Check this out! I found a tape recorder!
Looks like a minute or two of battery left!

Great! We can use it to send out an sos

Welcome to Island Time Live! The number one rated (and only) program on Island TV! Please welcome your host... Mike Bananas!

Hey! Thank you so much! Hey how bout this one Frank. Check out these stretches!
What are you doing...
Pilates of the Carribean!
(Frank) So thirsty... help help!

chilling on the island
feeling like a pirate
cos I think I got scurvy
Haven't eaten in days

Cos coconuts equal diarrhea
And no TP makes a red-raw rear
(Been a year), and a little bit of poo between two good friends

urrgh...

time for a key change more like a seachange
when i do wees out my dick I get pee pains
Went from yellow, to turning red
Speaking of red, I got terribly sunburnt

Coconut solo!

Tree solo!

Crab solo!

Oh no! Frank what did you do to Sebastian?

Ate him.

I bet he was tasty, I feel so hungry.
So hungry... gonna eat Frank

(Frank) wait what?

I said I gotta be Frank I got a back up in my spank bank
300 days since I had a dank wank
And I really need to bust in a coconut
(Frank) Bust in a what?
Don't drink em! slop slop

slip slap gonna whack on a hat
walk down to the waves using hair from my back
to make rope (you've lost it..)
Look an Oasis! I guess today I gotta bring it back to you

(not even how it goes...)

Alright! Well goodnight everyone, hope you enjoyed the show. I know I did. I host the show. Me. Mike Bananas. Every week. So until next week. See you later!  


mike! mike! tell them the coordinates
Oh yea! 
BATTERY DEPLETED

Spandex Moose [Mike Bananas, Frank Danger] - Coconut Surprise (Slop Slop)

SlothdubzAndRonin [Only One Ronin] - Ennui

Some people find it hard
getting along with their own thoughts
The mind can Frankenstein the worst
Or make the perfect postcard
So far-
From home
Readily known as vacay
But Paradise can only paint the pros
Before the Mayday
*Everything seems fine*
Until you find you live the same day
Repeat without the conflict
You avoided in the first place
Sleep in a bed of roses, but
roses come with thorns
You can find the peace inside,
Just outside the comfort zone


La di da di da
You can smell it on me
My repression, Mild depression
With an air of ennui

La di da di da
Good afternoon, good morning
another day in paradise
Conveniently distorting


You believe me
If I mean it
I said it
They call me the Alfred
That makes you the future
Thats Terry McGinnis
Both feral
And vetted

Not too old to get tested
But Fuck the repetitive
Edit
Put your whole heart in the beat
You embedded in
You got message you gettin
you get in your head
Just to end it kid
Thats why you move
ten steps ahead of it
Make music your medicine
Chew threw the game
Like the venison

Fighting for a life
So I can live in a box
Cut off availability
Afraid to get blocked
Lofty in the sky
But the storm struck different
Rock paper scissors
With the wrong ammunition
Never even factored In anyone's premonition
Simulated systems
Keep on glitchin
Plot twist-
Turns all come unannounced
I gotta shell on my back
In the crib named kami house

SlothdubzAndRonin [Only Onle Ronin, Slothdubz] - Ennui

Nobody owns this island

[RawJaw x Da Rap Nerd]

[Cutscene]

Hear my life replayed on this recorder
Got me wishin events turn reordered
Take me back to freestyle street corners
Lyrically delivering weight that we shouldered
When the drums would hit
I begun to spit
Roastin em, composin somethin thunderous
, Wonder which rapper challenge my hungriest
I’ve come to grips, hip hop for sustenance
Uh, Got through every tribulation wit it
Fuck a little isolation, middle of pacific
When the snare & bass hit, i imitate the rhythm
With wisdom ive been given, teach the uninitated
To open their eyes to the hoax & the lies in
Socal media lives on a global horizon
What would you need, alone on an island?
I’d focus on rhymin as my hope for survivin
the, gold & the diamonds won’t take care of me
They wanna have it all, create scarcity
My dope flows & rhymes, donate therapy
Make you buy every word, no rebate guarantees
Like nas said, i just need one mic
Hip hop gave freedom when it become night
All the heat i write, have you feel sunlight
fruits of my labor, never eat unripe
And it dawn, on me like the morning
All the offshore bank shit, people have hoarded
They can’t unite, see the tree for the forest
every mc join me in the chorus

Who need fame? when time runs thin /
I dont really need a thang/, that I thought I did /
Open skies/ reach ocean wide /
no body owns this island /

Sane, long as i keep rappin
I dont really need a thang/, that I thought I did /
Open skies/ reach ocean wide /
no body owns this island /

[Cutscene]

SilkRoadRunners [RawJaw, Da Rap Nerd] - Nobody owns this island

Wails of Whales

S O S
Take our coordinates
Change your course
And tell your subordinates
You gotta save
Two dudes of importance
Least we hitch a ride
On a porpoise 

Day 42
On the ocean blue
Two Dudes out of food
Who Could use a rescue
Yet as we gaze out 
onto the sea
The gulls seem to scream 
so mockingly 

One tune to hear 
And a light house
Could go for a beer
And a tight blouse 
The wails of whales
Serenade our sleep
I wish someone would 
Help me off of the reef

Our island sinking 
survival instincts
Kicking and thinking
salt water drinking
we'll make a raft
Out of a bunch of trash
Tie it all together
With our pants as the mast

Let's beg a sea goddess
To cut our losses
Living off lobsters
And loot crate contents
conjured monsters
Threaten our progress
Swimming ashore
The only option

Let me get a White Claw
send us a light squall
Wash up nice bong
We'll toke all night long
We need a bite dawg
Maybe a nice log
clinging tight locked
While we sing our plight song

Rad Labs, Inc. [Michaelangeflow, Omniboss] - Wails of Whales

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.

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

Know Shoes, Know Served (NoShoes Diss)

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!

The Phoenix Force [Gizmo, Patkilpat] - WiFi

NerdcoreVPC