There, in the distance! It’s a ship!

What luck! Your message in a bottle paid off. Someone has come to rescue your team from the desert island you’ve spent the last three weeks on. As the ship draws closer, you squint your eyes. Through the glare of the hot sun, you can barely make out a recognizable face on the upper deck, waving excitedly!

Once aboard the ship, comfortably showered, fed, and rested, your team meets up with your rescuers. You’re thrilled to discover that they are also musicians, and the boat contains a mobile recording studio! Filled with feelings of joy and relief, you head below deck to let off some steam and make some celebratory tunes as your team finally head home.

VPC7 Round Four - Get in the Group Chat!

1up Funk

The Southern Demon Nerd

VP7 R4: TOP TO BOTTOM

VPC7 ALL TRACKS

Fandom: Dragon Ball Z
Character: Nappa

Nappa the Rappa - The Southern Demon Nerd
 Lyrics
 
Big, Bald, Thick, tall
Putting down planets like
Sick dogs
Fuckin round scoutin out sig-nals 
Raditz gone, sumpn bout wish balls
Shenron 
We wanna live long
Hold up the saiyan  race like a rickshaw 
 Volcano Explosion that hits strong
Army navy city that shits gone


One time for the henchman
In the trenches while the prince just sits on the benches
Two times for the lackey boys
With the beefcake deep jacked raspy voice
Three times for the goon buffoons
Make a fake moon great ape oozaru
Four times for the moves I do
Keep a break cannon, yall rakoom booms my dude


I ain't even broke a sweat yet
 plant a couple saibamen
Get the seeds wet 
 see how these dudes be fightin them
Wolf kid dead 
They whole team kinda weak
Now they whole team sad
Cuz the Lil mime buddy done self destructed
It didnt even touch me tho I like it rough 
Break the thriclops arm
Now the thriclops mad
He breaks my armor 
Now the thriclops dead


 One time for the henchman
In the trenches while the prince just sits on the benches
Two times for the lackey boys
With the beefcake stacked jacked raspy voice
Three times for the goon buffoons
Make a fake moon go ape oozaru
Four times for the moves I do
Keep a break cannon, yall rakoom booms my 


I'm down to my briefs
 short baldy throwin frisbees
The sort of kinda kind that might just split me if they hit me
Ha he missed me, 
scraped my beautiful face
 ima beat him and his buddies brutally to a paste
Fuck up the kid 
Kill the green namek
Bout to stomp the lil saiyan
kakarot swoops in and grabs him
Like he saved the fuckin day and
now I'm pissed off dammit.
I  attack a kakarot he dodges kaiokens my back


One time for the henchman
In the trenches while the prince just sits on the benches
Two times for the lackey boys
With the beefcake deep jacked raspy voice
Three times for the goon buffoons
Make a fake moon great ape oozaru
Four times for the moves I do
Keep a break cannon, yall rakoom booms my dude


 
Vegeta I'm beaten 
I beg you help me up
I' defeated fleets and forces
Until this tailless fuck
He takes my arm and he calls me weak
I'm shaken broken torn
When he gives me the yeet
I'm burned up from the back 
 bastard brat betrayer
 wacked his oldest comrade
Bitch galaxy breaker
 Im sure hes just upset
A mistake I know it
He'll wish me back next ep
I know he will, he owes me

VPC 7 Round 1

The Southern Demon Nerd [Taco Supreme, Smokee B] - Nappa The Rappa

Fandom - Adventure time
Character- BMO

Lyrics

Intro – Narrator: This little living computer game system is BMO. My information doesn’t 
seem to say wether they are a he, or a she, just BMO. Oh well. 

BMO: Who wants to play Video GAMES?!?! Check it out Ya’ll.

CHORUS

When it gets hard to fight
there's nothing left to fear
They'll never turn out my light
I'll always be right here

VERSE

Well I'm,
Usually confusedly miss-gendered as a dude you see
Oops a Dees-y seems he's a she
She, snoozily approves being believed to be a summary of these;
Male female and a dissociative identity

Attendency is rendering me mentally free
to achieve my dreams and schemes
and to be the side kick I'm meant to be

Shit sent from me directly behind
A human centipede extensively entering blind
on some adventure time

CHORUS

When it gets hard to fight
there's nothing left to fear
They'll never turn out my light
I'll always be right here


Resigned and inclined 
I’ll find time to unwind
I'm designed to align your dexterity and your grind

It's a synch in a pinch 
You glimpse and make it simp for a 
Hit of the shit on my circuitry unit
working these movements

I'm a tag along sang a song bang a gong vagabond 
hanging on to every last wrong
and it makes me strong

Power on for the people, not Jesus, Not evil

Im BMO no EGO no Gender No equal

BRIDGE

I'm not broken robot
Just need a technician with a soft spot

Whatever comes next
We'll be together on a mission an adventure

We will fight for us
With everything we can never gonna give up

Thank you for my strength
And making me as strong as I was meant to be

CHORUS ABRIDGED

When it gets hard to fight
Just need a technician with a soft spot

There's nothing left to fear
We’ll be together on a mission an adventure

They'll never turn out my light
With everything we can never gonna give up

I'll always be right here

BMO: I Love you too, Goodbye!

1up Funk [Bobby Arsen, Hook Shot] - Be More

Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: The Sorting Hat

This one goes out to my man Robert Galbraith. 
Sorting gang. We're the worst. 

[chorus] x2
If I can sort you in then I can sort you out. 
You couldn't thwart all the things that I've brought about. 
How did Lord Voldemort find supportive crowds? 
See, you're taught to be naughty in the naughty house. 

[verse 1]
I set the wheels in motion. I sense your real emotions 
and send you reeling into the field I've chosen. 
Perchance evil potions, deeds of deep revulsion. 
I'll achieve my goals as long as I meet the quotient. 
I'm not even coaching, just picking the teams 
and filling Slytherin with all of the shittiest tweens. 
These kids will be in smithereens and no one intervenes. 
My little scheme tickles me till I split at the seams. 
And Dumbledore... 
Did you think that dumdum just stumbled through the door? 
Or got that gig on merits? Like being careless 
and looking away when children perish 
in perilous scenarios? Or get very close to some scary ghost 
with varicose veins and hairy toes, wearing burial clothes? 
I put him in with confidence 
that I would find the odd use for his obtuse incompetence. 

[chorus] x2

[verse 2]
Who divides and conquers spies and plonkers? 
'Tis I, the bonnet. "And why? It's wrong?" 'Cause I'm just bonkers. 
My best sponsors are mindless wanderers, 
floundering onwards unaware of what unkindness conjures. 
Blind, unconscious, while I write destinies 
and set trajectories. Yes I'm a hat, but I pick the accessories. 
Expressed unease, rest in peace. No one suspects a headpiece, 
but I've got the future all laid out in excel spreadsheets. 
Deadbeats and death eaters make up my faculty 
I pick the children like fruit off an apple tree. 
The alchemy of apathy as I essentialize, 
categorize and emphasize the differential lines. 
Never empathize. Just spread empty lies like how Mars and Venus, 
and vulvas, ovaries, balls and penis 
share an important link, and other sordid things. 
It's a boring kink, I know, but I sort of think...

[chorus]

[outro variant]
If I can sort you in then I can sort you out. 
You couldn't thwart all the things that I've brought about. 
How did Joanne Rowling find supportive crowds? 
See, you're taught to be naughty...

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

"S.K.o.L."  final encounter bgm from the hit dating simulator-
Very Pretty CartoonsVII   

*Let me just re equip my quintuple A amulet here aaand there we go....  
Ladies Love Leisure suit Larry
Is that a dating sim?
Did we win?*


(V1-00:14)
This is it,
Login with a Loggins reference
Pay to play, or pay to win
I'd pay some cents to sense the difference
Spent hours days weeks months
Shit I've got years invested
Been at this game since beta
Your mothers approve, 
these kids been tested
I GET MY KIX ON THIS SHIT
its everyday I
Rectify relationships with rudimentary AI
Macintosh Macdaddy 
Original digital playa
Apps asking permissions like we playin Mother  May I
Hey Yah! 
Now shake them Jpeg pictures
Getcha gatcha game up 
Give the gold to get them girls the gift shop
Now we're doused in Drip Drop
What up Nerdcore Hip Hop?
I'm sorting out these ranks like half Quartet's hat at the tiptop 
Dont be flip flops

(Hook-00:55)
It's the boss battle bitches
Bring about your bestest bars 
Let's butt heads in these trenches
Takes alot of time to temper truth and foster friendships
Find  phony fake and fabricated fallacies fermented as fuck
It's the boss battle bitches
Bust a bunch of bars and beats out
Level up the kinships
Cultivate connections
Choosing choices thats the challenge
The titties are the holy grail
I'm tryna lick the chalice

(V2-1:22)
Very Pretty Hitomi
An anime girl dont know me
The final encounter, choose your adventure, and bring ya homie
Perky titties hope she show she me
Feel her fondness for me growin
another round or four and she'll be devourin our bologna
                        
This pack of pickled peter piper poets should prolly pick a proper profession prior to provoking poltergeist ghost pepper nappa possession 



(Bridge-2:17)
Whooooooaaaaa!!!!
Dont you wanna see these cartoon titties
Marry kill or fuuuck?
Dont you wanna feel some kind of loooove?
Dont you wanna see these cartoon titties?
Dont you wanna plaaaay?
Dont you wanna feel some type of way?

(V3-2:44)
Wait 
Wait wait
Wait wait hold up
In a zeptosecond zing a zap of zolt up in my cola
She got rocket ship titties and explosive aerola
I'ma committed calm cool collected  cornucopiopa 
Containing collages of cutscenes 
 A Coitus Casanova
If ya choking ya chicken, churn up a fappiapioca
That's some happy tapioca if ya flickin ya bean
Clickin ya cookie continuosly crackin ya screen
The juxtaposition of judging jabronies is jarring 
  just joshin i'm joking around jerkin muh jollies
Boobies beautiful baby boo 
 all of em are 
Gamification of intimacy?
 competitive forum?
The demons herd the nerds 
And I'm reppin the henchman
Unleash legions of semen 
cmon ladies toss  yo eggs in
Non binaries welcome every preference we can fit in.
And if we ain't seen them titties we'll loop that shit again fam

(Hook-3:12)
It's the boss battle bitches
Bring about yo bestest bars let's butt heads in these trenches
Takes alot of time to temper truth and foster friendships
Find  phony fake and fabricated fallacies fermented as fuck
It's the boss battle bitches
Bust a bunch of bars and beats out
Level up the kinships
Cultivate connections
Choosing choices thats the challenge
The titties are the holy grail
I'm tryna lick the chalice

*metaphorically*

VPC 7 Round 2

The Southern Demon Nerd [Smokee B, Taco Supreme] - S.K.o.L.

Challenges accepted:
Vocals - (double time - Zolt Energy Serum)
Producer - (no snares in the beat - The Bear Hammock 29-F)

Game genre: Dating Sim
Screen: The Final Encounter

V: Oh, here we have it, the final encounter. This is a tough one, to be sure. Many have tried, all have failed so far, but maybe this is the one. 
A: It's a challenge, for sure, but we have a challenger. 
V: Oh, a true player. Let's see how it goes. 
A: Round one. Shoot your shot! 

I'm the final boss of the dating sim.  
There's no way to win, 'cause I can't take a hint. 
You're gonna fail and then you'll wanna play again 
Your loss, take it in, let the games begin.  
I've got all my defenses up, 
all tensed up and my comprehension tends to suck. 
Try to bend your luck with charms and methods of 
seduction, but we all know where you're ending up. 
Zone of friendship? What? No, twit, that's a prize. 
You're going home alone. Big fat surprise. 
Like Macaulay Culkin, without supplies. 
Always sulking, rip out your eyes  
if you don't wanna see the blank stare on my face 
as I dismiss your compliments as having terrible taste. 
I've had my fair share of dates, so I'm set, except 
I only found out in retrospect. (That's what that was?)  
  
V: Oh, you hate to see it, folks. Striking out in the first round. 
A: Well, let's see if there's any bouncing back from this. 
V: It is not looking too good right now, but it ain't over yet. 
A: Round two. Make your move! 

You know you'll be ill at ease, I don't show 
vulnerabilities. You've honed your skills, increased 
your ammo as sociable charmer, 
but cupid's arrows ricochet off my emotional armor. 
And my heart doesn't glow, so it's harder to get to. 
You try to connect, I'm just not gonna let you. 
With all the respect due, every romance Lothario 
measures on a scale from no chance to very low, 
no matter the scenario, even with careful listening, 
say you're getting hot, I'll hit the air conditioning. 
It's not your whispering nor a matter of discipline. 
I simply miss the gist of what it is you're propositioning. 
Not a single inkling. I just stare into space, 
unaware of infatuation you wear on your face. 
I've had my fair share of dates and before I left 
there wasn't one who wasn't bored to death. 

V: Ooooh! That's gotta hurt! Advances went right over the head *and* were countered with absolute tedium. 
A: This is a disaster, folks, and after so many successes. 
V: Well, there is one more round, so maybe not all is lost. 
A: Round three. Date!

I'm like talking to a brick wall, 
mindless conversations. 
A human bottle of rohypnol, 
minus connotations 
When we're walking through a strip mall, 
I'll exhaust your patience. 
What I'm saying's I'm an awful date, 
and you're gonna wanna escape from the jaws of fate 
before it all too late. They're already agape, 
frothing and starting to oscillate. 
Being my lawful mate is not so great, 
like a box of defrosted flakes. 
To get dad jokes like that for the rest of your life 
put me in a dress that is white and address me as wife. 
I've had my fair share of dates on repeat, the same 
every time 'cause no one's beat the game. 

A: Oh no, I think that's game over, folks. 
V: It sure is. The only way to move forward now is to start over from the last checkpoint at the beginning of the encounter. 
A: Press any key before the end of the countdown. 3...2...1...

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

Straaaanded 
We crash landed
Taco and Smokee 
 not the bell, bear, or bandit
Man so sandy 
 we got this shit
Just shoot this message at demon herd like lickity split
 not an SoS 
Or a signal of distress
We just got some requests
Listen, I made a list
We need a bunch of weed and some blunts so we can smoke em
some fine ass women so we can get to know em
 bring the bouncy house them boobies bouncing while we floatin
And bring the demon herd yachts, yeah
Boff'em
And Will, connect em with the yacht bridge
 dont forget the drugs and alcohol just bring alot with
All the speakers and the lights 
cut down our tree and build a stage
Dont save our tree
Cuz We dont want our tree saved
goin on a couple days now 
Slick Chillin
Birds whistle on the beat
Up in my mac miller feelings
grab a couple grills for grilling
Oh yeah, bring some food and feed us
And some insulin and needles
Smokee got the diabeetus
since existing as a teenage dirtbag baby
Wheatus
All up in this vpc mess
They dont want us but they need us
If they cant join us better beat us
 island party genius
Taco the nutty professor 
 we both screaming "Cmon Cleatus!"
Its knives down forks up
Roasting rappers like some pork butts
 sho nuff
We need some mo stuff


Island party vibes 
Bring the homies and the "fam" in,
 Yeah we hungry
  Yeah we thirsty 
  Yeah we dirty
But we jamming
Yeah man,
Me and taco ten toes deep up I'm the sand when
Diggin trenches like an irrigation system fruits to plant em
Got some future planning
Bring some wifi w a bunch of bandwidth
 we can kick some island jams and keep these mammajamas dancing
Taco lookin like a sandwich like dammit 2 whole snacks
  let him throw the bottle cuz he gotta swole back.
This ver(se)bose important
Let me drop our last coordinates
yall can find this island party 
 Man this shore looks fuckin gorgeous.
Guess I gotsta cut this short 
it seems we running outta data
Taco dont throw it, wait up
 I gotta estimate locations.
Fuuuuuuuck

VPC 7 Round 3

The Southern Demon Nerd [Smokee B, Taco Supreme] - Melon Island

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

Fire Sauce (feat. XoC) by Youth Chili Cook Off!

[Verse 1: Sweeney Toad]
We finally out the big house no longer have to sit out
And miss all the delicacies cause we committed felony
Just a little structure fire that Blockbuster found expired
Burned it down cause they were out of Mrs. Doubtfire

[Verse 2: Phlebia]
They told me not to make a scene
It’s not a big deal, I should stay serene 
But I raised my voice started acting mean
Got the manager trying to intervene
So I doused the place with gasoline
I set it ablaze with the nicotine
Flames orange red like tangerine
Charred to black like tourmaline

[Verse 3: XoC]
Me and my buddies coming straight out of the prison system, sorta feeling sad cause I never gotta visit in them, stomach sorta growling, feeling weak and my vision missing, maybe Taco Bell, for them tacos with the chicken in them

[Verse 4: Sweeney Toad]
First things first bet I gotta get me that chalupa     
Substitute the beef for black bean I’m a connoisseur
Of all the finest tastes I partake in the higher costs
Add the guacamole steak and don’t forget the fire sauce

[Verse 5: Phlebia]
Roll up to my hallowed venue
Take a quick peek at the menu
Several dozen cheesy options
Prices low like it’s an auction
Corn and queso  beans and rice
Baja blast don’t forget the ice
Swap beans for beef cause I’m alpha gal
Add cinnamon twists for the grand finale

[Verse 6: XoC]
So I’m standing in line and the menus all digital, stomach steady screaming, hunger pain feeling critical, daydreaming now, gonna eat til I’m really full, later, on the John, imma spray til it’s a shitty bowl

[Verse 7: Sweeney Toad]
Pull out the drive thru and spark up the doja
We about to dine oooo beautiful ambrosia
Taco-itis later I guess that’s the dire cost
I open up the brown bag THEY FORGOT THE FIRE SAUCE?!

[Rant 1: Sweeney Toad]
I was sitting in the car and I opened the Taco Bell bag and I was digging through the sauces. Mild, Hot, Diablo, but where the fuck is the fire? They forgot the fucking fire sauce! I just wanted some god damn fire sauce! Why can’t things ever just work out!
Everything I do, it just never works out! 
It’s like nothing ever goes my way and I’m sick of it all!

[Chorus 1: Sweeney Toad]
THEY FORGOT THE FIRE SAUCE!
THEY FORGOT THE FIRE SAUCE!
THEY FORGOT THE FIRE SAUCE!
LET’S BURN THIS TACO BELL DOWN TO THE GROUND!!

[Rant 2: Sweeney Toad]
And I just started getting pissed! And I was so pissed I forgot Phlebia and XoC were there. And Phlebia’s calling my name and I didn’t even hear it. He started screaming: MIKE! MIKE!! And XoC he goes: MIKE! what’s the matter?? And I go: All I want is fire sauce, and they wouldn’t give it to me!
All I wanted was fire sauce, just one fire sauce packet, and they wouldn't give it to me. 
Just one FIRE SAUCE!!

[Chorus 2: Sweeney Toad]
THEY FORGOT THE FIRE SAUCE!
THEY FORGOT THE FIRE SAUCE!
THEY FORGOT THE FIRE SAUCE!
LET’S BURN THIS TACO BELL DOWN TO THE GROUND!!

[Rant 3: Sweeney Toad]
SO WE SWERVED THE CAR BACK AROUND AND THAT WAS IT! I’M NOT GOING TO DEAL WITH IT ANYMORE! SO WE GRABBED THE GAS CAN OUT THE TRUNK AND WE BURNED THAT GOD DAMN TACO BELL DOWN TO THE MOTHERFUCKING GROUND!! (*Sirens* "PuT YoUr HaNdS Up")

[Verse 8: Phlebia]
The smoke rises, hear the sirens come to get me
Guess I blew my only opportunity to get free
Seems like it’s who I am,  I was born a fire bug
Not a killer, not a thug, not a dealer selling drugs

[Verse 9: Sweeney Toad]
Can’t believe we back, flop house penitentiary
Guess we never learn dropped out elementary
Pyromaniac need to throw out my lighter
Grew up with those GI Joes doused up on fire

[Verse 10: XoC]
Back in this prison, I’ve been given major sentence, 57 years, ima lose my independence, all I want are tacos and chalupas like I mentioned, never thought to break out this jail, but now I’m tempted

VPC7 Round 4

Youth Chili Cook Off! [Sweeney Toad, Phlebia] - Fire Sauce (ft. XoC)

CreateLadyJ
Cam3
Twill
Everyone 


(Hook x2 - Twill Distilled)
Yeah we're here to wreck some shit up baby
Yeah we're gonna to mess it up
Yeah we're here to wreck some shit up baby
Feeling like we're at the top


(Verse 1 - CreateLadyJ)
We wreckin every record
Playing the boards like it’s checkers
Took off like we’re NASA
And everyday getting better
Fans are expanded cross country
You know it’s real
Track and field, running circles on MC’s 
That leave their material
Successfully led a career
And kept it lyrical
You’ll keep it in your soul
For years like negro spirituals 
These punk ass Marks keep
Claiming that they Invincible
"Think!"
Smashing they faces in, literal


(Cam3)
J and Cam on this damn beat
And we can’t be bothered
Light's lime, claiming my time
Maxine Waters
No Cap, got it honest as Steve Rogers
Ain't horsin' around like Bojack
To achieve what we accomplished
Living Our Fantasy
Came in the game as Invaders
Dreams of Nirvana
"Here we are now, entertainers!"
Suffered a Mutiny or two but we
Sailed on without rest
All or Nothing as we proceed to
South by Southwest


(Bridge - ALL)
You cannot stop us
Cuz we will not allow it
And there is nothing
That you can do about it
Basking in the glory
Now the world is ours
So turn the music up louder…


(Hook x2)


(Verse 2 - J)
I go in like Yosemite Sam,
It’s hunting season
Always jumpin in the action
And jam like Liam Nesson
Fuck ya treason, I am geekin
To travel for every reason,
(Cam)
Soon as Wreck hit the stage...
(Both)
NO PEACE, NO SLEEPIN!
Rocking socks and chopping blocks 
Off like lumberjacks
When I’m bored, I'ma roar on these
Hoes like Thundercats
(J)
Y'all waiting on good vibrations
(Cam)
Call us the Rumble Pak
Y’all got hits? No shit, Sherlock
Benedict Cumberbatch
(J)
And you fumbling on the catch
We like Hulk and them on the set
Assembling the Cavalry
Like Avengers, you know what’s next 
Fire bending as I’m spitting
And felt in the solar plexus
While Osiris run the business
We hold down the rest
(Cam)
So count ya blessings
Unless you that pressed on stepping out
Against the badass bastard
Stepkids of Wreck-It Ralph
Stayed woke and chose violence
Ghost riding the mosh pits
Sparta kick your door
What's a gatekeeper to locksmiths?


(Bridge)


(J)
Run with the set!
Or you’ll get wrecked!
Stay on that Wu-Tang shit,
Protect ya neck!


(Verse 3 - J)
We won’t allow,
Anyone in
This crew
That will become 
An imposter
Now
Inner power 
Always take form
When we’ve
Rippin off all our masks
Our true forms


No defending im winning, 
im kickin the ball,
Hit it until i get it in the goal,
Doing my dirt as the newest contender
and the consequences that willin to fall,
Lending the ball is not easy for me,
But I know that im cool
Cuz I do have a team, 
And if i played a fool 
then they'd take it from me, 
Say that i rule then tell me to leave,
My team the only ones 
That’s in my vacancy, 
The Phantom Thieves,
Stealing hearts then we make a scene
Stay on the case
Just like I’m Goro Akechi
Y’all cannot handle the weight it heeds 
Heart won’t manifest
A palace as penalties,
Chasing me really will take all your energy,  
Break your mobility in the facility,
I move around with 
Motherfuckin sonic speed, 


Sit down. Shut up.
We hold the crown cause
We willing to come up, 
Take criticisms like power ups, dumb fucks
And you wonder why ya team is stuck
We muscle the hustle
And take it Bare Knuckle
Then Rage in the Streets
Like Yuzo Koshiro
Y’all losers and zero
We movin like Fearows
Y’all never seen us coming, did you?

Vessels of Light [CreateLadyJ, Cam3] - At The Top (ft. Twill Distilled)

ch.
[Nursehella & Ultraklystron & Beefy]
It's Monopoly but I got property

[Ultraklystron & Beefy]
I gotta space

[Nursehella & Ultraklystron & Beefy]
Gotta place
Got some grass and trees
It's Monopoly but I got property

[Ultraklystron & Beefy]
I gotta space

[Nursehella & Ultraklystron & Beefy]
Gotta place

[Ultraklystron & Beefy]
I gotchu

[Nursehella & Ultraklystron & Beefy]
You got me

v1.
[Nursehella]
It's no Park Place but there's a place to park
I get drunk in the driveway before it gets dark

[Ultraklystron]
Chop wood got the flames a blaze
Creosote log clearin' out chimney ways

[Nursehella]
Imma write on the walls, imma hang on my balls
Imma run around stupid when I stomp down the halls

[Ultraklystron]
I got the taxes filed, discounts piled
Stackin' write offs while the neighbors smile

[Beefy]
got debt, credit card is maxed
Suddenly, who gives a shit bout tax

[Beefy & ultraklystron]
(ME!)

[Beefy]
I'm afraid I'll have to ask you
To run the, washer dryer and the vacuum - I thank you
I don't wanna say that youtube a savior
But on my trimmer I can change the fuel lines and the carburetor now
Put in cameras and a fake sign up for safegaurd
Husqvarna, none other, no shit  this is my yard

v2.
[Beefy]
Used to. Have a. Wooden. Deck in. My back. Yard bitch.
Then I. Tore it. Down with. My bare. Fuckin. Hands. Shit.
Not gonna overcharge me
Nobody stronger than beef
Got sawzaw and I'm cutting it raw and I
Rip it apart now it's so fuckin clean

[Ultraklystron]
I got the saw in the basement 
Branches dunno what they're facin'!

[Nursehella]
I got the heat gun it's blastin'
I fuckin' melted this plastic, PLAOW!

[Ultraklystron]
Grindin' the yard rototiller
Grubs do not it's a killer!

[Nursehella]
We gonna rip up the yard and
Now I be plantin' a garden!

[Ultraklystron]
Been chillin with back hoe, 
I'm like "weeds get out my way!"

[Nursehella]
Been chillin' with a kink hose
Be like "bitch just fuckin' spray," BRRAOW!

[Ultraklystron]
Gettin' equity with amenities
sleepin' restfully
Better credit please, 
payin' flexibly, huh??!

[Nursehella]
On a wifey lifey, 
in a kitchen with a knifey
Do a lil net n' skypey, 
gotta mortgage and it's hyphy!

[Beefy]
With all the debt that we collecting
I'll be honest I be sweating
If we left then I'd be missin
All the freedom I've been getting
But yo frankly I've been freatin
Every other single second
That fate wanna teach a lesson
Chaos wanna catch me slippin ha
I'm only one bad day away
From not being able to play
Aeration was scheduled today
Yes I got hose and I'm makin em spray

outro.
[Ultraklystron]
Who's that yard? Who's it is?

[Nursehella]
I kill all ya dogs who be doin' they biz!

[Ultraklystron]
Three bedrooms and we fill the closets!

[Nursehella]
Draw on every wall, imma fuckin' artist!

[Ultraklystron]
The home office get remote deposits!

[Nursehella]
Watch me work imma caulk these faucets!

[Ultraklystron]
Landscape with Japanese maples, son!

[Nursehella]
Thot Team blast you with a staple gun!

Thot Team Epic [Nursehella, Ultraklystron] - Property (ft. Beefy)

Bigg Notty:  Come one come all
Air ya dirty drawers
At the first annual nerdcore vpc haters ball
I'm ya host big naughty
We out here on the red carpet 
Smells like an armpit
This'll be over alot faster if we just get it started


Smokee B- V1


These muhfuckin crews ain't shit
Ya'll think they gon lose they shit?
Yo let me know to these average Joez is this some muhfuckin Wu Tang shit
I'm on my Pootie Tang tip
Whip a hater like Sa Da Te'
Sign yo petty on the runny kine get line
Me and mine playa hatin like all damn day
Listen what the Big Tall man say
Whatcha finna do with all that hate?
up in the facebook group
Spittin all dat poop like "dat song wasnt all that great"
Everybody hatin quit bitchin about it
I be hatin too I just dont be twitching about it
We some heavy hittin haters feelin different about it
Tryna hear the testament, let's give it to Prowess


Prowess the Testament- V1


All these tears in the VPC, I drink ‘em with coffee
So sorry that you can’t get a 3, yeah, that’s even you Bobby…
No apologies, these policies here to keep all of these little prodigies
Under my boot, yeah, that’s a prophecy, these An Hobbes/2-Ton Philosophies, stop frolicking,
On Twitch making hits like you got supreme, that’s a Taco, check the barcode
I’m hearing these hi hats sound like dry cats Klop posted, it’s mind blowing,
Ya’ll gotta make remix on the first round? Desh ya’ll ready for the thirst now?
Posting them traps, those ain’t raps, no caps…ya’ll gotta go rehearse, now…




Bobby Arson-V1


This motherfucking vibe aiint it 
Run a joke until the drive train quits
me and Smokee here bye that bitch
put up blinders survive that shit


Little Notty thanks for having me here
They've been hating on my verses for a couple of years
yall should dig deep and peep your inner self
instead of fucking with Twitch, try calling better help 


-What they doin?  Hatin on us
Bitch I'm the Boss-


All- HATE (like a whole lot of it)


Bigg Notty: Bigg Notty back for more
mouf like a 12 gauge shotty atcha door
and now, the moment all you haters been waitin for
It's time to present one of these motherfuckers the hater of the year award


Smokee B-V2




How could you not be a hater
Hate the challenge hate the player
Hate the judges hate the beat hate the vocalist creators
Hate a hater
Hate a coconut
All these haters choking up
Hard shell but
Sweet n chewy when they broken up
I been just joking, fuck
Still causing a ruckus
Haters of the year unless the judges fuck us
Ah, fuck em 
Gotta love em
They ain't used to me 
I hear that Navi aint half the beard that they used to be
Scuse me, damnSelene
Like a hot damn mess
 sorry for your pop filter 
Witcha plant based hotdog breath
Got alot left to say w my chest
Taking shots at these nerdcore doggone vets
Mark Cooper rap like he got dusty shoes
All of Bobby's spider kicks look busted too
But I need a heater so I'm fuckin trusting you 
To burn these clowns down arson at the circus dude


Bobby Arson-V2


come in hot like Deshy 
berserk flow and no shirt
cringing watching Joey Z
selfie a slow jerk
thanks for the notes though
dog I didn't ask
but I laughed at the old drunk guy
 in the kids mask


16 Joshes, hard to hear the difference
Kermit and Dr. Teeth Jammin in the distance
Couple of Muppets, and Beaker makes three
Oh wait thats just An Hobbes and XOC


Hard to hate it here
the way my raps get treated
But I gotta hate a game
where a vets never defeated
Hate feeling cheated 
And still I do
hate the way you haters float your fucking hate reviews


so, fuck it


we came to bang
shorty on deck 
You know my gang 
it's KKMDS
Demon Nerds and 1up funk
we at the ball
Prowess got that haterade
Hit em with the claw(s)

The Southern Demon Nerd - Player Hater's Ball (ft. Prowess the Testament & Bobby Arson)

[beef]
tanner cook me up a hot one
add a bunch of filters, make me sound like johnny rotten

[tanner]
ADD A FEW GUITARS?

[beef]
well I kinda think we oughta

[tanner]
JUST A COUPLE MINUTES

[beef]
I appreciate ya brother
so the other day we had posted up our tunes
I checked up on the news and I saw a few reviews 

[tanner]
YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T DO IT

[beef]
yea I know it

[tanner]
KINDA STUPID

[beef]
and I tried to just ignore it but I kinda fuckin blew it
but
These people say I'm in a pocket
this a joke about how there's not that many women that would rock it?
cause i'll have you know that there's been women rocking it for years

[tanner]
I DON'T THINK THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE SAYING

[beef]
what they saying?

[tanner]
IT APPEARS THAT
THEY THINK THAT YOU DO THE SAME THING

[beef]
like my raps are all the same?

[tanner]
NOT EXACTLY

[beef]
what they mean?

[tanner]
TO BE HONEST, I DON'T REALLY KNOW

[beef]
they don't like my flow?
like my attitude or how I rock it at a show?
I'll be honest it's shaking me
don't go mocking my bravery, confidence used to saving me
but this isn't so savory
anyway, Tanner, where did you go?

[tanner]
I DON'T KNOW

[beef]
Wormhole?

[tanner]
JUST FIND ME IN THE FUTURE, BRO!

[beef]
Then a being did appear as a vision
she had the look of a scholar, a warrior in position 
then she whispered..

[twill]
Welcome to my dimension Beefy

[beef]
holy shit!

[twill]
Welcome to my world listen up cause i’m talkin
This dimension has everything it’s a knowledge composite
And I can give you the answers you need but you better not drop it

[beef]
Oh no aw shit

[twill]
Wait what’s wrong?

[beef] 
I don’t have enough pockets!

[twill]
I’m not trying to come across out of pocket
But the kids down stairs they think that you’ve lost it
And I’ve got pockets on pockets on pockets on pockets
Of ideas to get you back on the market
Just try it, don't knock it
Cause you’re gonna love it
Just hold on to my every word
Written on this docket
Why do you keep stoppin
I told you to rock it
If you’re hangry then eat a snickers
Or a hot pocket
BITCH

[beef]
Yo what the hell is this
It looks just like my house but everything looks just like shit
Everything smells just like piss

[dark beef]
who's been in my biz
sniffing up all my piss covered shit?

[beef]
Wtf?

[dark beef]
someone wanna come in and knock on throne
could never just leave me alone 
So I throw em a bone like a K9
shook but i stay fly
look like the same guy
i do not know why
maybe im warrior he like the renegade
i cloud be president he could be running mate
feel like I'm being played
should i eliminate
is weird that i kinda wanna penetrate

[beef]
Naw, me too, but here's the the thing dude
 ended up here from a chick with a space tube

[dark beef]
If true, that's bigly news

[beef]
you talk like that  here?

[dark beef]
Yeah you should too
never had fans and I never did shows 
but i think it's because they all envy my flows
i can do anything sound just like anyone
Keith is the best, ichiban, baby number 1

[beef]
K
Got to get back to my home
Gotta get out of this zone
before I go 
I gotta know
why you hostile if we're the same bro?

[dark beef]
Oh
See all those things that you got on your pants
like 2 on the sides and 2 cover the ass

[beef]
you talking bout pockets?

[dark beef]
yeah. we don't got that

[beef]
no pockets? that's nonsense

I’m in my pocket
In my pocket, I’mma rock it yo
I’m in my pocket
In my pocket, I’mma rock it
Here we go
I’m in my pocket
In my pocket, I’mma rock it
There’s no way that I could stop it
I just rock it from my pocket, yo!

Muscle Laughing Shrimp [Beefy, tanner4105] - Pockets (ft. Twill Distilled)

🖥️⌨️👨‍💻💽👩‍💻🖱️💻
KABUTO 🐴
Joey Z 6️⃣🕓
Selene 💋💋💋
Everybody 👪
BEAKER 👩‍💻🖱

[VERSE 1: KABUTO]
AY FAM YOU EVER USED A COMPUTER?
(YEA) (THAT SHITS FROM THE FUTURE)
WINDOWS OR MAC (WORD PROCESSOR)
FIRST PERSON SHOOTER (MUSIC PRODUCER)
LEMME INTRODUCE YA (WHAT IT IS) MEDIA, DATA, MINUTIAE
(COMPUTERS) CAN DO SHIT (LEMME SEE IT)
PARTITION A SECTOR AND IM GONNA BOOT YA
MAYBE LIKE '94 EVEN KABUTO YA DUDE WAS A NATURAL
MILLIE'S MATH HOUSE, MACPAINT
KIDPIX--DITHERED--A BLACK AND WHITE IISI APPLE
(WOOO) (SHIT WAS A CANVAS!)
(BARELY COULD READ) AND YET I COULD MANAGE
YALLS IS WATCHING SOME BARNEY
IM IN THE LAB MAKING MENTAL ADVANCEMENTS

[VERSE 2: JOEY Z]
(SHOUT OUT TO WINDOWS XP) 
(WORD TO MICROSOFT PAINT)
I WAS EDITING SPRITES INTO COMICAL FRAMES 
PRINTING PIXELS TO PAPER
TO TAKE EM TO SCHOOL
SHOWIN PANELS TO CLASSMATES
(WHO THOUGHT IT WAS LAME) DANG
BACK HOME TO THIS DAY LIKE CLICK (CLICK) (CLICK)
SHIFTING WAVEFORMS AROUND (TRYNA MAKE THINGS HIT)
AND I MADE FRIENDS AS WELL
COMPUTERS LET RAPPERS COLLAB FAST AS HELL
LOOK

[VERSE 3: SELENE]
I'M PACKARD BELL HOOKS (WITH THE THREE SHELLS) 
(CAME THROUGH WITH THE ZUGS) POKED OVER FOUR 90 MIL MAXWELLS
(RAM'S WELL PAST SHOOK) (LIKE HALFWAY QUAKE'D)
MAKE MY AUTOEXEC.BATGIRL FACE 
AT CONSTABLE'S GATE, GOT D'SPARIL'S HEART 
WITH APPLIANCES TAKING TO FLIGHT (WHEN THE DARK HITS)
(FLEX LIKE A K56) (SHIT'S EASY)
ROCK A TCP/IP FREELEY. BELIEVE ME.

[CHORUS]
COMPUTERS, MAN, COMPUTERS, MAN
COMPUTERS, MAN, COMPUTERS, MAN
COMPUTERS, MAN, COMPUTERS, MAN
COMPUTERS, MAN (COMPUTERS...DAMN...)
COMPUTERS, DUDE, COMPUTERS, DUDE
COMPUTERS, DUDE, COMPUTERS, DUDE
COMPUTERS, DUDE, COMPUTERS, DUDE
COMPUTERS, DUDE (COMPUTERS, WOOOO
YALL EVER HEARD OF COMPUTERS?!!!
(YEAH I HEARD OF COMPUTERS!!)
YALL NEVER HEARD OF COMPUTERS! I DID!
(WE HEARD THAT SHITS FROM THE FUTURE!!)
YALL EVER HEARD OF COMPUTERS?
(MACHINES THAT NEVER MAKE MISSTEPS!!!!)
YALL EVER HEARD OF A CHIPSET?
(THAT SHITS MAKIN DICKS HARD AND CLITS WET!!!)
I’M NOT SAYING THAT!

[VERSE 4: SELENE]
THIS HETEROPHOBIC POWER USER STAYS
BOTTOMING OUT AT THE TOP OF YOUR BLOCK CHAIN 
(THERE’S ONLY TWO LANES) I’LL TAKE THE MEDIAN AVE 
OF YOUR INFO HI-WAY (WAVING GOODBYE AS YOU CRASH)
OVERRIDE, BRO, I TOLD YOU I’M BAD
TO THE BAREBONES BUILD (ZERO CHILL BEING HAD)
PLUS SKILLED WITH THE CRAFT (LIKE THE WAR OR THE STAR KIND?)
THE ANSWER IS YES, EVEN MORE SO WITH MINE

[VERSE 5: JOEY Z]
FUCK TRYNA DO ANY MENTAL GYMNASTICS OR MATH
(WHY?) GOT COMPUTERS FOR THAT (RIGHT)
YOUR PHONE'S A COMPUTER TOO! (TIGHT)
WHEN THE COMPUTERS WAKE UP WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY GON DO TO YOU
AAAAAAAAAAA
(JOEY Z, CALM DOWN) I AM BEING CALM
(THATS JUST HOW HE SOUNDS)
WHEN IM FUCKING AROUND ON THEM STREAMS TALKING SHIT ON YOUR SONGS
(YOU PROBABLY OUGHTA GET YOUR MOUSE CHECKED OUT)

[VERSE 6: KABUTO]
AND YALL RAPPERS OUGHTA GET YOUR MOUTH CHECKED OUT
WANT SOME RESPECT IN THE NEXT ROUND (I BET)
THEN SHOW SOME FUCKING RESPECT FOR THE CRAFT
(KABUTO AINT STICKIN HIS NECK OUT) BET
MP3S X'ED OUT (BET) GRAB A WACK DISC AND EJECT OUT
(RAP WITH MY CHEST OUT)
SHOUT TO YOUNG ME ON ASKJEEVES TRYNA SEARCH JANET J WITH HER BREAST OUT
(DONT DO THAT!)

[CHORUS]
COMPUTERS, MAN, COMPUTERS, MAN
COMPUTERS, MAN, COMPUTERS, MAN
COMPUTERS, MAN, COMPUTERS, MAN
COMPUTERS, MAN (COMPUTERS...DAMN...)
COMPUTERS, DUDE, COMPUTERS, DUDE
COMPUTERS, DUDE, COMPUTERS, DUDE
COMPUTERS, DUDE, COMPUTERS, DUDE
COMPUTERS, DUDE (COMPUTERS, WOOOO)
YALL EVER HEARD OF COMPUTERS?!!!
(YEAH I HEARD OF COMPUTERS!!)
YALL NEVER HEARD OF COMPUTERS! I DID!
(WE HEARD THAT SHITS FROM THE FUTURE!!)
YALL EVER HEARD OF COMPUTERS?
(MACHINES THAT NEVER MAKE MISSTEPS!!!!)
YALL EVER HEARD OF A CHIPSET?
(THAT SHITS MAKIN DICKS HARD AND CLITS WET!!!)
(YEAH YALL STILL CANT SAY THAT.)

[BRIDGE]
COMPUTERS

[VERSE 7: SELENE]
LIKE 01000110
(PAYING SOME RESPECTS TO SOME LONG LOST HERO)
EXCEPT BITCOIN’S IN RETROGRADE (SELENE, WHATCHA DOIN?)
HOCKIN NFTS FOR TRACKS BEAKER’S BEEN PRODUCING

Muppet Ronin [Kabuto, Beaker] Yall Ever Heard of Computers (ft. feat Joey Z & Selene)

Desh
Aye
I used to be dismissive
Back when some of the homies would say to me


Aye


Ryako & Selene
Desh, they’re really into you


Desh
I would shrug if off playfully


They would be
Adamant that I commanded attention in any room
Told me that it wasn’t just about the looks
But my energy, that could make plenty swoon


It’s been many moons
Now my whole lane is different and I’m happy to get involved
Feel like Federer or Djokovic cuz after long days of playing 
I’m probably facing Nadal (facing a doll)


Desh and Ryako 
they’re taking it off 
And taking it all


Desh
they’ve been teaching me mad lessons
When they see me and behave like Ash Ketchum
Cuz I act wretched 
Then they're splash fetching


I’m just saying




Ryako
I might look like an angel
But I feel sinner in my soul 
Just a taste of temptation
And you’re losing all control
    




Desh and Ryako
You should go a little harder for me (x4)
You should go Harder 




Selene(4)
From Diamond to Sin, on that Maxis tip
Fixate on the gluteus action
It's a fact that I drip like molasses 
With hypnotic gestures stealing
Your attention with sex appeal


Desh (4)
Baby I trust in myself
Validation, I don’t really need it
‘Less it comes from me and
Knowing the beauty in every double helix
That is making me this


Selene (2)
(Making me this) kind of specimen here breaking even the hearts
That are harder than onlookers watching my parts  


Desh (2) 
Look at me I’m such a work of art
Just be careful, I could steal your heart, babe


Ryako (rapping, 2)  
I’m feelin that confidence run through my veins
Ride em so hard that they’re screamin my name 


Selene (2)
(I mean) Same. Between the frame to kill for
and the fuchsia mane they wouldn’t dare to tame




Ryako
I might look like an angel
But I feel sinner in my soul 
Just a taste of temptation
And you’re losing all control


Desh and Ryako
You should go a little harder for me (x4)


You should go Harder 




Desh (into tempo change 2.5)
I’ve been on my affirmations lately
Big Desh energy. My vibe is amazing
Always been in the pocket, so consider me safe keeps


Selene (2)
Stay helms deep, hon, like catacombs
Ramming at my gate only makes half the battle, though


Ryako (2)


Come with me if you want to live
Like Terminator
Up and down like a fader
Riding on the Helevator


Selene (4)
I know my dress doesn’t have pockets, but I do
And from a Kaiju height I’d let you dive right through
Fine tuned, ready to play with a finger pluck
I feel you noticed I got the temperature high as...


Desh (2)
Hella focused but still might be dipping into thot mode
I agree when you tell me I’m hot though 




Ryako
I might look like an angel
But I feel sinner in my soul 
Just a taste of temptation
And you’re losing all control


Desh and Ryako
You should go a little harder for me (x5)

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Go Harder (ft. Damn Selene)

My Big Ups Mantra Vs. Battle Scars Lyrics


Hobbes (Verse 1A):

I'm dope - customized an island it still floats/

Hard to cope - for a minute I lost hope/

Now I'm macho man elbow drop off the top rope/

Combinacion cabron while in line at a Costco./


Tia (Verse 1B):
Well, that went smoothly, watched too many Zombie movies
This boat feeling groovy, let me dip in the Jacuzzi
Ride the track like a buoy, I turn over a new leaf
We see the beauty when we cruising, as we’re passing by a nude beach

John (Verse 1C): 

Real sick for awhile, bounced back/

Story ain't over though, time for the soundtrack/

Keep fighting back at 100 miles an hour/

Category 5 hurricane: win-powered


Hobbes (Verse 1D): 

I got soul, determinations colossal

Easing riding down a street full of potholes

Consoles corroding throw it out with the compost

Fresh new system shared to all like a bot post


HOOK

Just Here To Say

Thank You For Being Dope

(Yeah to you in the mirror x2)

My Big Ups Montra Versus Battle Scars


Tia (Verse 2A):
Let it air out, like fly quotes of survival
It’s an elegant signpost, when we sowing our wild oats
It’s a view that’s unrivaled, while we rock the recital
We don’t just ride the wave, we restoring the ‘tidal’


John (Verse 2B):

I feel this peace inside my soul

I think I finally got control

Vibes are flowin like the 

Waterfalls, and love is all I know


Hobbes (Verse 2C): 
I keep it going full steam; on the mic I’m beastie

Beastly with the rhymes;body fools like Beaksley

Been doin this for years haven’t reached my peak, see

The thing about me is I keep believing



Tia (Verse 2D):
No malice present, this vessel of emotion,

But I cannot find a word to say, This feeling of desertion,

I look to the sky, the birds sing and clouds dancing,

The stars aligned together, like a trance of romancing

 

HOOK 


John (Verse 3A):

Alright, let’s show some love…


You’re the voice that can conquer my world, you’re the 

Kiss that can calm all the raging seas of anxieties
Fighting me, silently subsiding these reprising

Dreams… Beautiful, thanks for finding me


Hobbes (Verse 3B)

Get on the stage, can't do it without you

Thank you for being a friend, no doubt crew

And family coming first, nothing but love in the verse

Cruising on this voyage of personal learning


Tia (Verse 3C):
Fortune as it seems, has the sweet taste of fate,

The coin that lands on edge, That presumes to make its date,

There’s a joy in the gift of bliss, a twist of a persistent kiss 
Celebrating tenderness, amidst adventurous interests...


John (Verse 3D):

Everyone listening, whether you’re tired,

Feeling overwhelmed or completely uninspired:

We’ll celebrate together, as the world opens for us.

Love Hacknslash, Prowess, and the boys from Dappersaurus

Dappersaurus - My Big Ups Mantra VS Battle Scars (ft. Johnny Hacknslash & Prowess the Testament)

Verse 1 
Ensign Hall...personal log

Been a 3 month deployment in deep space
And I need some enjoyment at a clean pace 
You know, a bunch of babes and beefcakes
where the beats break so hard it make my feet shake (Risa!)
The works been hard -   guess we did somethin right! 
ready to have fun tonight -  yo Ryako, what’s it like?

It’s like paradise, I swear that it’s nice
And by nice, I mean naughty 
You should take my advice
And go for a visit if you need some action
The holodeck can only give you half the satisfaction
  
Guess you're right, time for the full monty
Allllll night you'll have to pull 'em off me
Whoa, cowboy! You first need a horga'hn
A statue you display if you’re in need of a hard on
Lieutenant! Captain Sparks sure knows how to   pick 'em 
But you clocked me right, ready to lick 'em and stick 'em
Let’s go to Risa, it’s a planet made for pleasure
You can party hard and get it on at your leisure


CHORUS

Shore leave, and we’ve earned it
There’s a statue in my pocket and no phasers in sight
Shore leave, and we’ve earned it
Getting that jamaharon all day and all night
Jamaharon x4



Verse 2

Okay, Ensign Hall! Are you ready for some fun?
You should whip out that horga’hn to attract someone  
Let’s sit by the pool with our statues on display
Relax, I’m sure someone will be on their way 
Oh my god, there’s a hot blonde staring right at me
He’s got blue eyes and he’s 6’3”
Jesus, those abs are hard as a rock
And he’s got big feet, so I bet he’s got a big--- 
Stop...maybe let me at him first
Or you ‘bout to pull rank and live free with yer thirst?
Okay okay, you should do what entice
Plus his homegirl right there is lookin real nice
And they so, so  interested in all the things we like
Like going back to their p  lace to live our best life

Got a penthouse, They’re rich, I assume
Walk through the door
Wait, this doesn’t look like a room!
      
It’s a trap! (wrong fandom) these folks really seemed like the nicest
One thing’s for sure, captain sparks ain’t gonna like this


********
BREAKDOWN
********

Oh It’s all fun until you lose all your gear and get your jewels run

I expected this kind of shit from you ensign
For weeks I could smell the sexual tension; Butthole clenchin
Not to mention; I saw your holodeck logs and damn son
I have no idea where that pornhub holo program even came from

lieutenant ryako, I don’t even know what to say
How you gonna go and lead my bro astray
You shoulda know this shit was mayday
The minute you put that hor gan on display

you knew better, Hall; So Ryako won’t take the whole fall
I could have you out of Star fleet; With one sub space phone call
So you can take some sort of heat too; Wait, too late huh?
Thinking w your cock Got it burnin don’t it? Better call phlox

And then there’s the mugging; you went and got all your gear took?
And when I show this report to the admiral
How you think that’s gonna look?

After this disaster; you’ll both spend the next three cycles scrubbing
plasma reactors
Not to mention the factor; One minor complicator
That we can’t seem to find 
EITHER OF YOUR GOD DAMNED COMMUNICATORS

AND WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR PANTS

WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELVES




FINAL CHORUS

Shore leave, and we’ve earned it
There’s a statue in my pocket and no phasers in sight
Shore leave, and we’ve earned it
Getting that jamaharon all day and all night
Jamaharon x4

[#%^] - Ensign's Holiday (Where the Fuck Are My Pants) (ft. Ryako)

30 second intro.
Ardamus: check it check it check it….it goes like this….XOC is in the house….Vincent E.L. they're in the house...Ardamus I'm in the house….Point Seven 5 we're in the house and….(intro fades)


(Intro fades. Then intro of beat drops)
(Banter from Vincent E. L. and XOC? Optional)


Chorus:
Ardamus: I'm celebratin' elevating other paths
Never settle fo.r the medal when the devil stab a brotha's back
Break the bank, break it down but dont break ya neck
You can take a chill pill still while you take the check 
XOC: -Everything is changing I’m no longer what I thought about, 
steady rearranging, the complaining getting smothered out,
 begging for forgiveness, those are things I do not talk about,
 burying my past, take my future on another route -
Vincent E. L.:I've been depressed of late and estimate 
it's not my last time feeling less than great, 
but as I investigate my mind in its present state, 
I guess you could say it's better than yesterday. Arda, you good? 
A: Damn right, I'm good. Yo XO are you good? 
X: Damn right, I'm good. E. L. are you good?
V: All things considered, I'm good.
All: damn right yo it's still all good




Verses pt. 1
X:-Blessed be my day, cause I finally could say so, 
blessed be my day, I no longer have to lay low,
 blessed be my day cause it’s looking like a new one, 
finally can say I made it out of the confusion
A:Illusion, Enforced vision of course hit em'
core twitchin' rewired my whole support system
Hundid percent, come get me, run efficiently 
sippin' rum, having some epiphanies
V: Just when I think I've forgotten how to write, 
and any other thought is out of sight and inspiration's not about to strike, 
I hear this sound, and it's like I'm surrounded by 
astounding amounts to type and signs that life is finally right. 


Chorus:
Ardamus: I'm celebratin' elevating other paths
Never settle for the medal when the devil stab a brotha's back
Break the bank, break it down but dont break ya neck
You can take a chill pill still while you take the check 
XOC: -Everything is changing I’m no longer what I thought about, 
steady rearranging, the complaining getting smothered out,
 begging for forgiveness, those are things I do not talk about,
 burying my past, take my future on another route -
Vincent E. L.:I've been depressed of late and estimate 
it's not my last time feeling less than great, 
but as I investigate my mind in its present state, 
I guess you could say it's better than yesterday. Arda, you good? 
A: Damn right, I'm good. Yo XO are you good? 
X: Damn right, I'm good. E. L. are you good?
V: All things considered, I'm good.
All: damn right yo it's still all good


Verses pt. 2
V: It's a new dawn, new day, new life, 
loose ties turn to tight bonds when the glue dries. 
Up ahead, a promise of blue skies, 
as long as I choose wisely as I deduce where the truth lies.  
X:-Vision the imagery, 
talk about the balance and the symmetry,
Witness an existence with a past they planted into me,
Started as a child, when they promptly ran it into me,
You kidding me, left me here with years to fight the misery
A:- Oozin' out my pores, blood and sweat
Held back the tears with enough regrets
I'm slowin' down, speedin' up, the revelation
Happens everytime around the team when we're….

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

Sorry to bother you. 
I know you've got a lot of stuff on your plate. 
You're brushing up against the date and look at the nothing you've made! 
It's tough to resuscitate your lust to create. You've been crushing it lately, 
but now you're getting crushed under the weight. 
Must be great knowing it's much too late to start. 
A game of art, not for the faint of heart. 
Play your cards, portray this as your "favorite part" 
and maybe they won't pay regard to the quotation marks. 
[Aw, poor baby...] I hear you're supposed to write a letter to yourself. 
I don't envy you, but at least you know you better than anyone else. 
You won't excel with every breath you exhale, 
but never put pencil to paper and you'll definitely fail. 
You're in the belly of the whale. Telling a tale 
you might as well be spelling in braille to an elephant snail. 
That's a hell of a way to tell em you're well on your way to dismount 
the intelligence scale looking delicate, frail and incredibly pale. 
Better get it together, level with Nebuchadnezzar, 
and tell yourself you're better than ever, 
and get the twenty that's left on the dresser. 
A generous treasure for selling a pheasant your feathers. 
An elegant gesture, but can you weather the pressure 
of penning an eloquent letter from behind the delicatessen? 
I don't know what you expect to get for sending a message except 
an exacerbated sense of emptiness. Depressed and upset 
at the sentiment settling in the sediment. 
Is it getting too meta to meditate on the genuine? 
Would you have to explain what every letter meant? 
You're writing to yourself. It's technically self-evident. 
You're reticent, hesitant to express your perspective and 
you've never said anything without any prep and editing. 
You're spending a minute twenty ingeminating the premise when 
you could instead with brevity pretend to be semi-intelligent. 

[Write. You cannot write. 
Write, on time. 
Three days until the deadline, 
still not having written a word? 
Write. You cannot write. 
You cannot...write words. 
Write. You cannot... 
...write on time.]

Dear waste paper basket, this halfwitted draft 
written past the halfway mark's definitely getting trashed, 
pretty fast. It is massively daft. 
Asininity about to hit critical mass. 
When you tell yourself you won't finish the given task, 
you're spitting scientific facts. It's simple math. 
At the risk of getting crass, you and your shitty raps 
are committing acts of lyrical Syrup of Ipecac. 
If they don't skip this track, you're getting ripped in half. 
Like the the napkin you scratch your inscriptions at. 
They will snicker and laugh, tickled pastel pink 
with nipple clamps and compare you to Nickelback. 
A triple pass of rewrites won't fix this gaffe. 
Your talent's as nonexistent as the middle class. 
You need to get off your ass, you haven't achieved a thing 
since bringing your babysitter back from Fribbulus Xax. 
Maybe it's for the best that all you're gonna do 
is send a dorky message to an audience of you. 
It's been a long time since you seemed promising and new. 
You're a disgrace to your name and your mom is gonna sue. 
Are you getting through to yourself or is it in one ear, 
out the other, as you sputter another opinion? 
Weird? Utterly, but it's been done, all you could think of. 
Enough, pencils down, it's time to give up.

VPC7 Round 5

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] Emetographia feat. Klopfenpop

Chorus:

 

Good things come to those that wait

But we take it

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

1up on the grind

So the times never wasted

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

Verse 1:

 

One does not simply stumble into greatness

You want to open more doors, the key is just to take it

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

A wave with no apex, you know I’m never breaking

 

I don’t always kick raps like I’m Vader in the booth

Oh wait, I do I’m leaving craters on the moon

So you better make room Venomous when I talk sick

Awe Shit, Slick, when I knock em out the box Rick 

 

1up is my boss so I’m never running late  like

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to come in on Sunday”

No napping, taking action like I’m Bilbo Baggins

We make all the videos and slay our own dragons

 

Not finna find a fan base waiting on your doorstep

Not the droids you’re looking for, don’t try to force it

Of course Hook Shot is the Chewbacca to my Solo

We’re giving you a Link to get em hooked like Miyamoto

 

Chorus:

 

Good things come to those that wait

But we take it

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

1up on the grind

So the times never wasted

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

Verse 2:

 

Growing up I had to learn my lessons all the wrong way

Life is what you make it so were not taking the long way

I’m bolting on a track, and leaving you behind

Sonic couldn’t match my pace, change my mind

 

The game is pay to play, regardless what you put in

Like old Jell-o in the fridge, it’s a little off putting (pudding)

No manager no sponsorship no air time afforded

Everything you see from us we crafted and recorded

 

It used to be a struggle just to get the song running

Like brace yourself, the studio bill is coming

Every day defeated like jogging with a strong cramp

It would just be easier to take the exit off ramp

 

But we never veer were sticking to the main street

Soon enough you’ll hear our nerdy raps up in the main stream

Now we’ve got so much on deck were giving it away for free 

Like you get a beat, and you get a beat, and

everybody gets a new Hook Shot beat

 

Chorus:

 

Good things come to those that wait

But we take it

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

 

1up on the grind

So the times never wasted

Guns blazing Leeroy Jenkins

1up Funk - Leeroy Jenkins

Verse 1:

Copped a pair of tickets to Aguadilla Puerto Rico
A Shabby Single prop shook the fabric off my geek soul
Landed in the crop dust atmosphere of thick musk
Scooped a rusty jeep up and headed towards freedom

Dusk on the horizon eyelids full of sandbags
Vehicle wheezed engine seized in a hard lag
Halted on a back road skyline made of Onyx
Freezing with no compass as the night descends upon us

Saw a dingy porch light flicker in the distance
Hooky guard the mothership, I'm gonna find assistance
Local at the creaky door speaking broken English
Gave me what I needed but proceeded with a pretense

Pre-Chorus:

Moon rises
You can hear the crickets...

Creepy eyes
Staring through the thicket...

If you're quiet
You can hear him walking...

Run and hide, from the night stalker

Chorus:

The Chupacabra X 4 (Everybody Do the Chupacabra)

Verse 2:

Trudging down the highway something peering through the cold wind
Hooky's phone was on the seat soaked in hemoglobin
Audio recording stored a bone rattling wail
Eyes illuminated peering through the blood trail

Equipped the maglight and the machete that I picked up
Scoured the landscape as I wandered through the thick brush
Foot hit a pothole dropped in a rock bowl, and froze as I saw a gargoyle with a dark soul

Hookshot appeared lacerated to all hell
Slung me on his shoulder as he bellowed a Loud yell
Swinging for the fences mumbling and chattering
Struggling to spit a sentence, What is hell happening?!

We need to move, no time for explanation
Stumbling and listening to cackles, heart racing
Revved the engine pedal pushing through the Macabre
And Narrowly escaped to tell the tale of Chupacabra

Pre-Chorus:

Moon rises
You can hear the crickets...

Creepy eyes
Staring through the thicket...

If you're quiet
You can hear him walking...

Run and hide, from the night stalker

Chorus:

The Chupacabra X 4 (Everybody Do the Chupacabra)

Bridge:

Creature dark as granite, ancient as the earth
This ain't our planet, They were here first
Never see em coming, lurking in the shadow
Thinking were the apex, to them were just cattle X 2

Chorus:

The Chupacabra X 4 (Everybody Do the Chupacabra)

VPC6 Round 2

1up Funk - Chupacabra

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.

The Southern Demon Nerd - Player Hater's Ball (ft. Prowess the Testament & Bobby Arson)

NerdcoreVPC