(Chorus) Trombones versus Tetris guess Sirtet is, Lighting up the flames when you least expect it, ExtraDial just adds to the pile, I guess Fireproof is gonna burn for a while, 'cause it's lit Who's next spit, next to make a hit, Next to flow so hard, I wanna quit? Maybe next week we'll be prepared, This is it now, don't get scared! Dropping bars for round zero, Chip and Tune heroes Raging at the bull like we're Robert DeNiros, I fear though, it's overcoming my soul, I'm not whole, The mask I wear is slowly taking control I'm angrier than MC Chris, I clench my fists, But take a deep breath before I throw my fits, I have to fight against the rage so I write against the page, Lacking wisdom of a sage at my age My lyrical ability is killing me, The agility with which I free a soliloquy Vehemently is flabbergasting, astounding, But I'm still trying to perfect how the heck it's sounding So give it a listen or give it a like, Give it a wavering thumbs up if you think it's alright, I can take a diss even it is backhanded, But please use vowels, or I won't understand it Chorus My name is AJB, but you can call me Tune, I am a wordsmith DJ that'll make you swoon, I'm crazy as a tack, but as sharp as a loon, Ask Josh, there's none like me, whoops too soon! A rune in the rough, a diamond in the dust, With a new kid on the beat for when the gods have rusted, Pumping out a round zero as fast as we can With the chip hop to rip off Mega Ran Let me introduce, Chip, Alex is free, The youngest kid here with the oldest emcee, You better say your prayers, no seriously, He needs your help 'cause he's def getting none from me Glad to see Whitney's Keurig is on it's way, I'm sick of Ax's and Ryan's will they, won't they, This is gonna be a disaster, but laughter, Is the best medicine, if it sucks, rap faster Chorus I'm sorry, where am I? What the heck was I doing? I'm in a room full of talent, I've got nothing to prove them, Win or lose, and I can't be choosey, But I can still cry on my couch in a coozzy I don't talk trash, I just take it out, Literally, it's getting kind of full at my house, I won't burn a bridge, bet, that's the worst regret, No strangers, just nerds that I have met yet When I lay down my raps it's just simple math I grab the mic, then I cut the competition in half, And by competition I mean crowd, Turning up the bass 'cause I'm lonely, it might get loud I fall apart at the top, break apart in the middle, But I've got Alex's beat to stand on a little, If this ditty doesn't do it for ya, shoot, than I'll fiddle With Justin Curry's violin and try again Chorus We're done 'til round one, so we'll see ya, The rest of this song is just onomatopoeias, Pop-pow, ka-chow, crash, whack, ka-chang, Boom, beep, zap, whipoorwill, biff, buzz, bloop

Fixed shot or free shot, I'll pull you outta that tight spot, What I've got is skills to pay the bills, never much for that time cop Stuff, my family more does than enough to keep our planet safe, Of course I'm sure that's what they said about Gunstars 1 through 8 In the Gameboy Advance, I got my second chance, The Third Eye is semi-charmed, we got super-powers and loaded arms, So we're bringing harm to the empire, chaser lightning and force fire, General Grey better retire, we inspire that haywire Doc Brown runs the weapons, and I run the jewels, And by jewels, I mean gems, so please don't be confused I assist Red & Blue through each map and each level, I'm in the details, guess that makes me the devil I'm the pilot, call me the captain, feeling pretty under control until it happens, We sneak up behind you, ZAP! Then everything goes dark with your tracking, I'm back in to navigating my heartbeat is palpitating, That start button could start something but you don't want nothing! (Chorus) We are the future, we are the super, so raise your glass here's to the blast, Gunstar Heroes We are are the cavalry, we are primary, so place your bets, we are what's left, Gunstar Heroes Maria Hill of the 3YE, if you need help can count on me, Got my headset so you best bet that my threat level is dead red, I'm one part Bulma, two parts Sailor Mercury, Don't let my big eyes fools ya. I'll tear you limb from limb mercilessly My sibling is gender fluid, non-binary so I've included Their pronouns as they/them/theirs, Red is so debonair, And my boy Blue is killing it with that sweatband, I'm feeling it, If you take it off I'm stealing it, won't get it back so deal with it My oldest brother was lost, he saved the world, but at what cost, The price he paid was his life, he made the ultimate sacrifice, Feeling like he betrayed us he killed the God who enslaved us, Blew up his mech just to save us, so respect the peace he gave us That giant boom made four new moons, five whoops I spoke too soon, Each holds a gem tight, but the fifth doesn't look right, That's no small moon, not tonight, it's the Empire's satellite, So let's do what we do best: FIGHT! Chorus

Picture you in some high tops, high heals, Reebok, Tennis shoes, ten issues of fashion mag knockoffs Stacked in the background, tell me how does that sound? I don't know, but there's better flow than the last round Pound for pound, you can change your weight, Making them look like you doesn't change my fate, I'm great, but greatness takes practice, Change who you are on the inside, now that's attractive But in case you disagree, Take another look through our inventory, Like what we see? Good! It's all free, And can get new swag for every boss you beat Please bedazzle responsibly, don't be forceful, It's less about the chest and more so the torso, Looking cute in your suit so let's play, Doesn't really matter though, (no?) you're gonna die anyway (Pre-chorus) Protect your neck or your heart, it's à la carte, Make a warrior or make a work of art, You don't have to play hard, you just have to play smart, When you're ready for that level, press start (Chorus) Feeling pretty slick in your new kicks, you don't wanna Swing and never miss, if you do then we are gonna Paint the town red, you got your new threads, (How do I look?) Yo, your fresh to dead Put your pants on and jacket, Don't give me flack, It's not the entendre I intended so back it, Backpack it or not, it's up to you, But how else will you carry all that extra loot? I texted you, but you didn't hit me back, you just ghosted me, Now how do we make this track how it's supposed to be? You want harmony in the kingdom? Or rather my armory have harm to bring them? Dropped the annotated to be animated, Though I'm antiquated I'm elated to be making music that debated, Rated A for aggravated but I've demonstrated That I've mitigated all irritated folx and I've orchestrated The best character design scene you've ever seen It's surprising and kinda fits my rhyme scene, So while you're driving in your souped-up coupe, Wait, that's a different cut scene... shoot Pre-chorus Chorus Radiopia. Once a vast landscape of diverse music and cultures, now segregated territories slowly descending into chaos as King Diamond appropriates each of our genres to fuel his own powers. It's up to us to stop him, but even as I stock up on gear and supplies, I can hear his voice echoing in my head. Pre-chorus Chorus

Pardon my smiling, AJB live at the island, Live at the island Plane crashed, marooned, spent 400 moons With my best friend, but still I need some elbow room, We never found our jet or any of the wreckage, strange, How the hell do you lose a plane? Stuck on a lonely island off the coast and I feel me roasting Out in the sun, just about to see my ghost when I notice something stuck in the base of a tree, Grab a couple sticks, we’ll try to pry it free Gotta give thanks, amen, we caught a break, Single by The Winstons, flash megabyte 8, We've got enough battery for just one take, Oh that only says 4 megabytes... great Turn up the juice, let's put it use, I'll send an S.O.S to the world, you produce, So get ready for the last thing you'll hear from us, JK, we'll bump tracks for the next 30 years plus Pardon my smiling, Kyle Vice live at the island, Live at the island I built a raft out of mp3s and emptied me Inside of the lyrics, but it crashed at sea, Impractically, it didn't sound like trash to me, But I didn't fit in the box for how it has to... grr Screw iambic pentameter, try to fit a song in These confined parameters, Confined to an island I can walk its diameter Faster than you can say, "Boom shacka-lacka-lacka!" Jack Merridew, not scared of you, I don't care if you, Can sing a High C, mmm, I thirsty, I hungry, I tired, I can't think straight enough to talk inspired I use rap just to gauge my emotional state, Over the past year life is… not great. Want a song about an island? That's my life, But I can't use the verbs I need to express that, come on, play nice

[AJB] We made it to the end, and we’re done [Kyle Vice] That was fun! [Huge Euge] Umm, actually I quit around mid-round one [AJB] Rain the confetti, get the train ready, whatever floats float your boat, feeling strained like spaghetti [Kyle Vice] Ticker tape parade, self-made, and self-quarantined [AJB] Got it in spades, high grade like a War Machine [Huge Euge] Killing it like Ezio [AJB] Florentine [Kyle Vice] Much like a ThanksKilling movie horror scene [AJB] Keep it going when you're flowing that'll show' em that you're knowing [Huge Euge] What you're doing, when you're new and you don't have a problem losing [Kyle Vice] I am proving that I'm competent achieving this accomplishment [AJB] I came here for the feedback, but I only want the compliments [AJB] Honest it's, obnoxious since it's the first time I've rhymed for an audience [Kyle Vice] I'm so ready for this to be over [AJB] But we'll retain our composure (Chorus 1) [Kyle Vice] Pop the bottles, we're done, we made it through, last track, this one's for you [Huge Euge] Thank you, thank you [AJB] Congratulations on being dead last and stuff [Kyle Vice] Man, that Round 3 track was tough [AJB] Yeah, it was, pop the bottles, we're done, we made it through, Huge Euge, this one's for you [Huge Euge] You're too kind! [Kyle Vice] Congratulations on being dead last and stuff [AJB] Wow, that Gunstar track was rough (we are the future, we are the super) [Huge Euge] Popping on the track like a pack of three stooges [Kyle Vice] Veteran rockstar and couple Huge Euges [AJB] Technically a life model decoy [Kyle Vice] AJB is really just a Eugebot [Huge Euge] Oh boy, oh joy, more annoying than Ren & Stimpy playing with their log toy [AJB] I employed you to do guest vox [Huge Euge] Well I implore to pay me with bonds and stocks [Huge Euge] This song rocks, but the beat is well outdated, your drummer you hired is Overated, like Tommy Ramone, I wanna be sedated [Kyle Vice] If you don't like what we created, well... [Kyle Vice] This is just an entry, you don't have to listen [AJB] This is a test of the emergency broadcast system [Kyle Vice] It's a PSA, you don't have to stay [AJB] If you don't think you’ll like it [AJB & Kyle Vice] Please go away (Chorus 2) [Huge Euge] Pop the bottles, we're done, we made it through, Kyle Vice, this one's for you [Kyle Vice] Aww, shucks! [AJB] Congratulations on being dead last and stuff, [Huge Euge] Eh, your band name super sucks! [AJB] Your band name sucks! [Kyle Vice] Pop the bottles, we're done, we made it through, AJB, this one's for you [AJB] Heck yeah it is! [Huge Euge] Congratulations on being dead last and stuff, [Kyle Vice] I think you've had just about enough [AJB] Kyle Vice tried to play nice twice, okay? [Huge Euge] But now he's got the mic, he's got something to say [AJB] Something to play, I could do this all freaking day, [Kyle Vice] If I may? [Huge Euge] Please, Kyle! [AJB] Take it away! [Kyle Vice] Kyle Vice cooking it, looking it up in the dictionary under "don't suck" [AJB] I don't suck! [Kyle Vice] We mustered all we can just to catch up [AJB] In the home stretch, up to our necks in mess-ups [Kyle Vice] So you better fess up, which of y'all doubted me as the first time MVP of VPC? Frequently my frequency is in sequence [Huge Euge] Keeping it tight like a row of sequins [Kyle Vice] It's not that I'm new to the game, or new to the fame, or everything I do is the same, I'm just new to change in pace, so face it, if we do something my taste, I'll melt your faces (Chorus 3) [Huge Euge] Pop the bottles, we're done, we made it through, [AJB] Hey judges, this one's for you [Kyle Vice] How do I look? [AJB] Congratulations on giving feedback and stuff [Kyle Vice] Yo, your words helped us out so much! [Huge Euge] Pop the bottles, we're done, we made it through [Kyle Vice] Sleater-Kitty, this one's for you [AJB & Kyle Vice] Meow [Kyle Vice] Congratulations on writing 'bout cats & stuff [AJB] Here comes the tempo change, buckle-up (Chorus 4) [AJB] Pop the bottles! [Kyle Vice] We're done, we made it through, Showbread, this one's for you! [Huge Euge] Congratulations! [Kyle Vice] On being dead last and stuff, my screamo voice sounds super gruff! [AJB] Pop the bottles! [Kyle Vice] We're done, we made it through, Soul Glow, this one's for you! [Huge Euge] Congratulations! [Kyle Vice] On being dead last and stuff, like Family Force 5 sho’ nuff! [Huge Euge] "Uh, yeah, hey-uh, you guys know there's one more round though, uh right?"

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