(VERSE - LADYJ)
Failure or success, 
I’m callin this S.O.S.
Our jets left us in a mess
And I’m trying not to stress out
We did progress,
Our game ringing out the press
Party happening out West
But we’re stuck and fucking lost now
All I seeing just trees
Water in all surroundings
And junk that's washed up for weeks
Dunno how we gon eat
I do not wanna believe 
We ain’t gonna make it to meet 
The Enix team, the big leagues,
Releases feeding our dreams
But we’re braving the savannah
And making shrimp and cabanas
Out sticks we find in the sand, I'm just
Tryna fuckin manage and
Use the skills I ain't had to
Making makeshift bathrooms
I shit when I have to
But...
I picture it like Destiny Island
Make a raft, climbing trees 
And enjoying the climate
Cause we the Vessels of Light
And the darkness retirement 
Hold our Keyblades high
While we muching on giant ants... 
Aargh! I can’t stand it
I cant fucking stand it
Vomiting 'cause these ants and
I done ate the wrong plant
Tumbling around, blood sugar
Shot to 410
Oh I gotta get this down!
No I’m out of insulin!
Cam, what we gonna do?
I'ma die on this island
Please someone try and find us
I'ma diabetic, I can’t
Have a positive insight
When I'm seeing light and dizzy
Please somebody help us...
Somebody....

VPC 7 Round 3

Vessels of Light [CreateLadyJ, Cam3] - SMS

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

YNG SLLVN [LLYZ, YNGSLLVN] - TNDRZE

(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

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

--plane crashed--
--first contact made--
--delivered a message--
--they do not come in peace--

they hide among the clouds
they lie alone in wait
they watched us all evolve
they watched us decimate

they gave us all the chances
they could ever offer
but we failed all the tests
why'd they even bother

time to 
burn this
world down, 
start it over

we deserve this
grab your loved ones,
hold them closer

watch the fireworks
light a burning 
pathway in the 
sky, take a final breath:
kiss it all goodbye

HOOK:
no stars in the sky
no god showing love
just arms in disguise
raining death from above
no stars in the sky
no god showing love
no chance to survive
just death from above


judgment day
finally falls upon us
you can't blame religion,
no collision of the 
comets, just you hopeless
parasites feeding on the 
earth, void of any worth,
undeserving, over-birthed

you could have heard them
if you only listened

we've conquered galaxies:
the sun, the moon, the stars, now we've
come to take our planet back
before you go too far

Easy fix.

HOOK:
no stars in the sky
no god showing love
just arms in disguise
raining death from above
no stars in the sky
no god showing love
no chance to survive
just death from above

Sailor Doom Remix [Johnny Hacknslash, Twill Distilled] - Death From Above

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

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


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

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

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

The Beach noise is recorded directly from the Pacific Ocean

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

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

LYRICS:

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

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


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

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

LETS GO!

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


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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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