Rhyme Torrents: Nerdcore A-Z
(The Rhyme Torrents Liner Notes)

Launched 6-6-06

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Credits:

I, Jason Christie, was the executive producer, the promoter, the A & R agent, and many other things. For better or for worse, I worked my ass off on this project, about 600+ hours in all, I'd say. I did have a lot of help behind the scenes, which leads me to:

Thanks:

I can't start naming nerdcore artists, because if I leave anyone out, I'll look like an jerk. But many of you did a lot for this compilation behind the scenes. Lots of support, lots of feedback, lots of good ideas. You know who you are.

More specifically, Beefy, DJ Snyder and Ray Ogar did CD covers for the compilation. Each of them are tremendous, and capture the spirit of the compilation in their own inimitable styles.

I want to thank Z. from Hipster, please! for helping out with the liner notes. Invaluable! Thanks to Z. I was able to take a break before I went fully nuts.

I also want to thank the BoingBoing.net people, for having the wisdom to give this compilation the initial push. Without that article, this project would not have grown exponentially the way it has. It's a pity I no longer have time to read BB, as I do enjoy it daily, ordinarily. Though I am puzzled as to why they didn't run an announcement when the CDs were released... oh, well.

I want to thank the guys at DoubleViking, who were quick to promote us, as well. I look forward to reading their review of the discs.

BBspot deserves a mention, too, for making us one of their sites of the day. Finally, G4TV gave both the site and Beefy a boost, which was awfully nice of them.

Simon Carless of Game, Set, Watch was also very supportive, mentioning us on the site, and also offering to host tracks on legaltorrents.com. And having Commander Taco of Slashdot agree to review the disc (now discs!) was a real coup, as well.

Roger Thomasson went the distance in order to bring a nerdcore article to the print edition of Wired. Twenty years from now, he will be enshrined as the man who broke nerdcore hip-hop. Thanks, Roger!

But most of all, I wanted to thank my wife, Suzanne, and my daughers Megan and Emily for allowing me to spend every waking moment at the PC for more than two months, stopping only occasionally to eat or bathe, when I wasn't working my day job.

This set of discs represents a tremendous amount of effort on my part, but it was a labor of love, and it was always fun to do, every minute of it. I met a lot of great people, and I'm convinced that the nerdcore hip-hop scene is one of the greatest musical movements of all time. And without the artists on these CDs, I would just be some flake trolling Wikipedia. I hope the release of these CDs is not an end, but a beginning.

And thank you for listening...

Intro:

"What's past is prologue" - MC Willie Shakes

A long, long time ago, I made my little grindcore band famous in the underground via internet promotion. I also promoted a lot of underground metal bands, and now many of them have record deals. I learned a lot, even though grindcore and death metal wasn't a very accessible genre. I've also been a rapper/lyric writer since 1988...

So, there I was at home, having been fired for failing a THC screen at work. And I started writing about High-C, my rap persona, on Wikipedia. Of course it was deleted. I checked the criteria for inclusion. Wrote things up again. Was deleted again. In the meantime, other nerdcore artists like Beefy and Jesse Dangerously were being deleted all the time, as well.

I decided to do something about it. I contacted the deleted artists, and asked them if they wanted to be on a nerdcore compilation. The idea is that we'd get some "Wiki-accepted" online label to release it, maybe get a little press, and then we could justifiably be included on Wikipedia.

Man, did I ever open a can of worms. To my surprise, not only did almost every single artist I contacted say "Yes!", they also wrote brand-new, unreleased tracks for it. And I dug up, all-told, more than 50 nerdcore hip-hop artists. I submitted a blurb to BoingBoing, and then the tracks really started to come in. I noticed a lot of interest generated around the net. Suddenly, this project was so big that Wikipedia is now a distant, fading memory.

"We had to destroy hip-hop in order to save it" - Us

Back in the days, hip-hop was fresh. It was inventive. It was fun. It was everything, to b-boys and b-girls. Somewhere along the way, hip-hop lost its way. Now it's the stuff of Burger King ads. It's top 40 pop. It's something white guys in suits do in commercials to make us laugh. It's repetitive. It's largely mindless and shallow.

Nerdcore hip-hop is none of these things. It is both a celebration of rap/hip-hop, and geek culture. An unlikely marriage, to be sure, but also one that works. Mostly because the artists involved are sincere in their appreciation of the art form. And they really don't give a damn what other people think. If they did, they probably wouldn't release music like this. And that's part of what makes this scene exciting.

The best thing I can compare it to is the punk scene of the late 70s. Punk was a reaction to the major label, over-the-top excess of 70s rock. Anyone can make music, right? Punk didn't need big budgets, studios, label backing. Just guitar, bass and drums.

Nerdcore can be viewed in the same way, as a reaction to the overblown and pretentious direction hip-hop has taken. Anyone can make hip-hop, right? But the difference between punk and nerdcore is that in punk, no one was a star. In nerdcore, we're all stars.

I told my wife this CD will shatter a lot of "nerd" stereotypes. She retorted that it will also reinforce them. We're probably both right. Some of these cats are dealers. Some of them get laid every night. Some of them never play video games. But each and every one of them demonstrate a remarkable amount of intelligence, which I believe is the defining characteristic of nerdcore hip-hop. I've never met, and can't imagine, a dumb nerdcore MC.

I think there's a danger of this genre being too rigidly defined. Nerdcore is whatever each of us say it is. If some of us rap about women and money, it's because we really do make money and get women. It is, after all, still hip-hop, as MC Plus+ reminded me. If you're the best coder, the most leet hacker, and you're an MC, you're going to say so. It is the nature of hip-hop.

Can nerdcore hip-hop be poignant? Check out MC Wreckshin's "Kung Fu Is My Mom". YTcracker's "In My Time". I defy you to not be moved.

Wacky? You can't help but be amused by Rappy McRappperson's "Lick Your Own Butthole Party Dance", for instance.

Political? My group with DJ Manticore, Meter Verus Yard's "Divided States" is heavily political.

Nerdcore sex rhymes? Yes, but they're lesbian sex rhymes, and some of the most inventive sex rhymes I've ever heard. No, definitely the most inventive I've ever heard. Maybe they're not the nerdiest women ever. They probably get more women than High-C, Ultraklystron and YTcracker combined. But the remix was done by Drown Radio, and that alone qualifies the track. Plus, it's a damn great track. Try and say no to rapping lesbians. You can't.

Nerdcore can be anything we want it to be. It's not surprising that a bunch of intelligent and considerate people would retreat at least partially into their own worlds, as we have done as MCs. A world in which we vanquish evil and are the coolest people around is far preferable to the one in which we all currently inhabit. You might not like all of these acts, although I certainly do, but you have to admire their tenacity in releasing music that is far ahead of its time, purely for the love of creating music.

Artists

Nerdcore Posse

1337 G33k B3at (1GB) - New track, "Emulation Station" , plus "Bill Gates Revolution" (new mix)

I don't know a whole hell of a lot about MC Router and T-Byte. She's terrible at answering email. But they do kick all ass, and they live fairly close to me, so I hope to do a show with them. If Router doesn't kick me in the face.

Bio: 1337 G33K B34T (1GB) was formed in the winter of 2004 started by Kristin Ritchie "MC ROUTER". Soon after MC ROUTER began making rhymes she asked her highschool buddy Tanner Brown aka "T-BYTE" to start making beats for her knowing he messed around with music programs on the computer. MC ROUTER started rapping as a battle retort to some idiot who sent her poor rhymes VIA Myspace, and was all in great fun till she sent it to her friends and got a surprising response. After a few songs and a few shows, 1GB started spreading like wild fire throughout DFW. With raps about Bill Gates, Halo 2, Technology, and Lan Parties ... people were getting a refreshing new wave of lyrical meaning to their ears. 1GB knows that the day of GEEK PRIDE, NERDCORE, DIGITAL GANGSTER, GAMER REVOLUTION is coming soon, and they are glad that they will be riding that first tidal wave towards it.

"Our goals as a group are to spread the geek/gamer love, to reach out and speak to fellow geeks that can catch our references a lot of non-gamers don't catch, but to appeal to the non-gamers and non-computer people, as something fresh and something new." ~ MC Router

Lyrics:

Stupid kids with their desktops from Best Buy
Get pre-built computers with AOL and no wi-fi
They get these huge ass monitors that take up the whole desk
They look like something old from 1950 at their best
Yeah, they think their real 1337 playing Yahoo Pool
Thinking they're geek gamers and listening to Tool
I hate to act superior but what's not to diss?
I bring the 1337 to the geek unlike that MC Chris

I doubt they realize what a mod is or what's in it
Much less that a computer monitor isn't the limit
They think the furthest you can go is an LCD
But you know my pointer's chillin' on a TV screen

Playing Gameboy, Sega or NES
On the TV screen on my couch chillin's the best
You know how I roll and my rolling motivation
Chillin' in my room on the emulation station!

I'm on monitor probation!
Videogame simulation.
Living room invasion.
Geeky stimulation..
Out of my room
And away from my desk
Playing on the TV
Sega and NES.

So sit straight in your chair and keep up that good posture
While I'm laying on my couch throwin' back a cold brewed Foster
Sippin' on Bacardi like I'm at a rapper party
While your sittin' at your desk playin' Yahoo Chess
On the emulator playing every game of my desire
No system is the limit, this emulator's fyah!
If you were 1337 like T-Byte you'd throw out your LCD
And get an emulation station like 1337 g33k b347

Me and T-Byte have the geek all in the bag
We never have to frag, we never have lag
Our monitors are huge and our cases iced up
We give the 1337 to our beat, knuck if ya buck

Cause I doubt you realize what a mod is or what's in it
Much less that a computer monitor isn't the limit
You think the furthest you can go is an LCD
But here I go right now playing NES on my TV..

I pop out my rhymes faster than Pez
Ask Bill Gates and see what he says
I went to his office to borrow some pens
I took one off his desk and accidently took his Benz
So I'm driving down the street listening to 1GB
A laptop in the window is pretty freakin' sweet
Man this ride has some hot circuitry
Bill Gates is so hax0r elite
So his leet car wrecked and it took my breath
Fatal error like the blue screen of death
Stranded on the information highway road
The car stopped receiving its binary code
So I headed back to wherever Bill was
I found him doing whatever it is he does
Making some software that's worse than a rash
An operating system that you know is gonna crash
I told him about his car and he got real pissed off
He grabbed his keys to return to Microsoft
I yelled wait a minute you forgot something
But before he could respond I heard his cell phone ring
Shortly after answering Bill collapsed in sobs
He was just informed he got owned by Steve Jobs
Bill thought he had it all in the bag
Making operating systems with crashes and lag
He thought a 486 PC was fast
It ran Windows ME, what a blast from the past
That OS is so old it was horror story my grandmother told
He said I'm sorry my software is fine
You need to get a faster cable line
She said I have T-8 and a really nice computer
I built it myself and connected it to a rooter
He said LOL it's not a rooter, it's a router
And then he said LOL even louder
She got pretty mad and threw down her cell
Then Bill looked at me and said TTYL
So sitting online thinkin' of where I've been
About how I wanted to borrow a pen
Instead I pissed off Bill Gates and changed his resolution
I guess I wasn't prepared for the Bill Gates revolution

Contact:

Website: http://myspace.com/1gb/

AIM = I like you robot 

Andrew Octopus - New track, "Big In The Mind"

I've known Andrew Octopus for a long time, now. He doesn't consider himself a nerd, or even like a lot of nerdcore. Guess what, Andrew? PWNED! This is probably the only track produced using analog methods, and they represent what I believe are some of his best lyrics ever, which is saying a lot. Very much beat poetry inspired, I don't really care if this is considered nerdcore or not, it's awesome.

Bio: Quirky, somewhat reclusive multimedia artist who floods the underground with experimental releases blending hip-hop, disco, bipolar disorder, jazz, avant-garde, bluegrass, and casio synthesizers. Other projects include zines, visual art, and writing.

Lyrics:

Big In the Mind

Partial lyrics:

There's a reporter with multiple personality disorder
He interviews himself with the help of tape recorders
Distorts his voice, synthesizes his sources
Cooking up true stories in his laboratory
Which he e-mails to the paper but they try to bury
Like there are Chinese soldiers on the Mexican border
Just waiting on their orders to start the takeover
But y'all know that one already, so here's another
The public isn't ready for the data from SETI
It shows that the aliens are here already
A couple of million, mostly reptilian, blended into human skin like chameleons
Leading apparently normal lives, having hybrid children with human wives
Who get big lines to go along with the lie that Euclid was right about parallel lines.

(instrumental break).

The flaw in digital duplication is the elimination of errors
In replication necessary for there to be mutation
So for those of you still in the city of hallucination
Watching the airwaves and listening to spaceships 

(Andrew left out the rest to encourage people to actually listen to the lyrics.)

Baddd Spellah - New track "Gawd Particlez", plus "Nerdcore Hip-Hop 2006" (MC Frontalot Remix)

Baddd is one of the premiere track producers in nerdcore. He's a great guy, and he makes a lot of slammin' tracks, for MC Frontalot, among others. This track by MC Frontalot is the one that started it all, and gave the genre a name. Fondle it, for it is a new mix that is very dope.

Bio: Baddd Spellah finds it very hard to write convincingly about himself in the 3rd person and not sound insincere or pretentious. He had hoped that inspiration would bestow upon him some wry and witty rhetoric for his personal account but instead he copped out with this bit of evasive wordplay. Its an obvious tactic to obscure his identity and hide behind a mask of anonymity. While he’d like to think this creates a certain mystique its probably more accurate to say that his real life is not interesting enough to warrant summing up in a block of text. Baddd Spellah apologizes to those of you who have read this far for wasting your time with his vacuous bloviating; he consulted a thesaurus extensively in writing this with the sole intent of deepening the present level of obfuscation.

Lyrics:

Nerdcore Hip-Hop

MC Frontalot can rock the turntable
[wack scratch] I'm unable
Nerdcore hip-hop, other rappers run in fear
That I'll put them on the record where their friends could hear
They'd get sneered at, listed: not to be trusted
Seen hob-nobbin with the Frontalot, busted
"That kid's a dork, he rhyme every day
On the karaoke rappin', yo he ain't got anything to say
Ain't got no record deal, never will
Such a spaz better get his ass some kind of a sedative"
Pish-posh! I come as wack as I like
Spit-spackle the mic, dispensing my dis-ingenius advice
Accuse famous rappers of biting my style
I get shot at
Sit at home try to simulate a high-hat

Wishin' CPU could rock a beat
And hoping that if he does it isn't weak, I'm
Wishin' CPU could rock a beat
Nerdcore hip-hop could reign supreme

Making mention of my DJ CPU
Nerdcore hip-hop is the style he use
Step to my DJ, you better be prepared
He got 28 n 22/50ths squared
Just a little more than the beat you thought
Frontalot drop-kickin rhythm in the double ought
Sought skinny little beats
But returned with the fat of the land
Now I got a swollen hip-hop gland
I suffer hypochondria, think my beats is sick
But don't trip, don't trip
I'ma listen to the bootleg MP3
Post the Frontalot demo on my FTP
Run away from the rappers who are just like me
Cause they ain't appreciating who my DJ be

Contact: http://badddspellah.com/

Bedlam Rock Pavement - "Chuck Norris", and new track, "Make Your Next Move"

BRP are like the nerdcore equivalent of Black Eyed Peas. Except they don't make me want to puke.

Bio:  Bedlam Rock developed first as a way for several musician-friends to spend their Friday nights together without spending all their money at the bars, as they typically do on Thursday nights. Several weeks (and beers) later, the crew realized they had stumbled onto something amazing.

Though they had all played and written music, and even performed with a number of hip-hop groups, it wasn’t until they were given the
creative freedom of Bedlam Rock that they discovered not only their own sound but an emerging genre of music.

 Bedlam Rock is: Lady Bang (sexy vocals), SWiRVE (spitting hot fire), Charlie Freckles (bending your mind), and Blue Phonic (hookin’ it all together). Alvin Kent, beat-master extraordinaire, provides the essential pulse and production. The album is scheduled for release in late Summer/Fall 2006 on Twelve Tusk Records.

 “I think the beauty of nerdcore hip-hop is that it not only provides a new mode of expression but also a better way of expressing certain ideas. It is much more difficult to write a song about the Legend of Zelda with just an acoustic guitar. It comes across as much more of a parody than it should. When I’m rapping over a thick beat, I perform more aggressively naturally, and I sound more confident about what I’m saying, whether it’s heartache or Warcraft. I like to think that the music helps to empower people like me. I love hip-hop, but I don’t know about growing up in the ghetto. I know about computers, video games, and being too shy to talk to the hot girl at the bar.” ~SWiRVE

Lyrics:

BedlamRock (at) twelvetusk.com

www.myspace.com/shandoncrew

Beefy - New track, "Tub of Tabasco", plus "Internet Celebrity"

Beefy is going to be HUGE. I keep telling him this, but he ain't tryin' to hear that. Humble, kind, and DOPE AS FUCK ON THE MICROPHONE. He kindly did four covers for the compilation, and would have done more if I had let him. A true scenester, and off the charts as far as nerdcore goes.

Bio: I started rapping in 1998 when I was in middle school. My most popular song, Whitesican, was written when I was in the 8th grade. I got heavy into recording in 2003, and released The Whitesican EP in 2005 followed 7 months later by my follow up EP entitled nerd. In 2004 I started Beefyness.com as a home of all of my music as well as my blog, webcomic, animations, and podcasts. As a nerdcore artist, my gimmick is that I have no gimmicks. I'm not some persona and I don't conform to the MC prefix standard. My goal is just to make people giggle.

Influences: I'm influenced by every new artist I hear. When I hear something I like, I like to incorporate it into my own music but make it my own. When I was younger I really looked up to the Notorious B.I.G and Jay-Z. But as time goes by I look to my peers in the nerdcore community.

Non-Nerdcore Equivalent: Being the fattest guy around, I guess I'd be like the Biggie, but I'm half Mexican, so maybe more like Big Pun. But my rhymes are fairly slow which would make me kind of like Mase.

Hardware and software used: A $60 mic, a pop filter, and Adobe Audition 1.5

Chemicals used: However many liter bottles of Coke it takes to recordand re-record for hours on end.

City, State, Country:
Pasco, WA, USA

Lyrics:

What do you know about nerdcore?
I came in so hard that I kicked in the front door
Harder than the outer shell of Emma Frost
I'm simple and pretencious just like Macintosh
I'm fat can't dance, but I got good rhythm
Math says I own, just check the algorithm
These days every single movie is lame
Oh my god! Look out! There's snakes on the plane!
I read Black Cat spit out a monolouge
The watch the Strike Back of Jay and Silent Bob
In my room alone I'm known to shuffle my feet
Listening to Shael Riley and 133T G33K B34T
If you like watching porn than throw up the horns
Like I need an excuse to throw up the horns
Just practice what you preach and you better believe it
You can't rap nerdcore, ya gotta live it and breath it.

Name is Beefy
Come from a place called K-e-n-n-e-w-i-c-k
Hey, moved to Pasco
Now I'm the man causing a fiasco
And I'll drink a whole freakin' tub of Tabasco
Just to prove that I'm that man yo!

Yo Jones, do you think I can down a whole tub?
Jones: I believe in you Beefy
Hey thanks for the love
If I just believe then I know I'll achieve
I just hope everyone at the show doesn't leave
Jones: But Beefy, um, you've never performed on stage...
Jones, your part is over, just go talk to Paige
And be one of the few nerds with a real girlfriend
God I want a lady, can a brotha get an Amen!
I think I just wanna leave my hometown
Do some geek shows and become world renown
Plus I'm blacklisted by my local comic shops
And they weren't fooled by the glued-on mutten chops
That I wore as a disguise, I even hid my eyes
Jones: But your oversized...
Just get me better supplies!
And we'll run up in that place Dead President style
My code name will be Deadpool, yours can be...Kyle.

[Insert skit]

Don't listen to the rappers with the ladies and cash
Mainstream is just a way to blow smoke up your ass
They don't know the difference between Mario and Luigi
They don't know the difference between a Mac and a PC
I'm not a founding father, but I love nerdcore
Rookie of the Year? Mr. Keith A. Moore
I only fall in love with ladies who would never love me back
I have more music dropping than bombs in Iraq
Surf the web for hours than update my own site
Talk shit about anime then get in a fist fight
I always need a challenge, I can't seem to settle
So let me kill this goblin and I'm sure that I'll level
Doc Popular, Drown Radio!
He's the only reason that this here song doesn't blow
Beefy brings fire, blame it on the Tabasco
And if you see me at PAX, come up and say "hello"

Producer:
Drown Radio Therapy

Artists:
Beefy is the rapper
Drown Radio is the beatsmith
Jones is the hype man

I want fame and fortune. That’s not hard to believe.
And Internet cred isn’t hard to achieve.
Cause in the real world my music's just one big joke.
But in cyber space I’m so hot that I make smoke.
Truth is, I’m just a small fish
In this big ass lake that’s owned by mc chris.
I’m gonna do my best to stay out of his shadow.
I don’t freestyle, I use Gameboys when I battle.
Sitting all alone in my room writing raps
When all I wanna do is be like the Brothers Chapp.
Making hella bank off of t-shirt sales.
Plus I’d be attracting all of the females.
Cause ladies dig guys who get lots of respect.
Just ask Jeph who makes Questionable Content.
I just want someone to make a ringtone of this song.
And tell their friends that they’ve been down with Beefy all along.

I wanna be. I wanna be. I wanna be…
An Internet Celebrity.

I only have a fourth of the talent of Frontalot,
Cause without a funny voice I’ll never make it to the top.
I wanna see my reviews all over Aint-It-Cool-News
And have a million reads on my blog sharing my views.
Want more downloads than bootleg Daily Shows.
I'd rather get a million hits than a stable full of hoes.
Wanna be a cast member on TechTV,
Making out with Morgan Webb, all week at E3.
Over a thousand people downloaded my first EP
Figured there be more since I gave it away for free.
How can I gain fame when I can’t draw?
Photoshop freaks me out. Can’t draw a chick at all.
Guess I’ll have to hold a rabbit for ransom (Save Toby)
Or be the next Star Wars kid, only fatter and handsome.
My flash animations aren’t cutting the slack.
So that’s why I make these crappy, poorly written, nerdy raps.

Beefy
917 N. Road 64
Pasco, WA, 99301

Chat Info (AIM, YM!, SkyPe, etc):
Aim: hisbeefyness

Benjamin Bear - New track, "The Last Fantasy", plus "Joystickin'" (remastered) (CreativeCommons)

Benjamin Bear is nerdcore's Snoop Dogg (or Slick Rick!). His style grows on you and grows on you, until you can't get him out of your head. GET OUR OF MY HEAD, Benjamin Bear!

Bio: Benjamin Bear (born Jacob Woods) originally started rapping jokingly as a way to relieve stress when he delivered appliances for Sears.

"There were a lot of stupid people," he says. "It created just the right vibe to start busting rhymes about ludicrous subjects."

Originally, Benjamin was just supposed to be a rapping gangster teddy bear, but surprisingly enough, his popularity grew and earned him an Editor's Choice listing on download.com with his booty anthem, "Butt Like That." After that, he began to develop his flow and timbre, and got it to a point where he could drop the pitch alteration and rap naturally.

"I never like to be limited in my music," he explains. "If for some reason I wanted to do a serious song, people wouldn't take it as seriously if I were still a cute lil' teddy bear."

An up and coming artist in the fledgling nerdcore genre, Benjamin waxes poetic about such subjects as video games, the internet, and generally being a brain. He believes it's the lack of honesty that is preventing nerdcore from really taking off.

"When you listen to the really big names in mainstream hip-hop, you believe them," he says. "But when you hear someone rapping about their gigabit ethernet connection, how many hoes they can mack, and how tough they are in the same song, it damages the credibility of the whole scene. Honesty always makes for better songs, which is what made the great MCs really great. Hearing a nerd trying to be a gangsta is just silly."

Benjamin Bear is currently working on a CD of internet collaborations with the members of the mc chris fan forum, as well as appearing on the first-ever nerdcore compilation, avaliable June 6, 2006 via Bittorrent. His next full-length relase, Netiquette, will be available early 2007, and feature many guest appearances by other nerdcore artists.

"I want to get as many people as I can working together. I see a real sense of community with nerdcore, the same spirit that has driven the Linux operating system forward. I think a philosophy of 'open source audio' can benefit all of us, and really make nerdcore a marketable genre."

Influences:

Snoop Dogg
mc chris
Eminem
DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Del the Funkee Homosapien

Producer: Benjamin Bear

Hardware/Software Used:

Home-built PC with Phillips sound card
Radio Shack microphone
Ableton Live 5
iZotope Ozone 3
iZotope Trash
URS FullTec EQ plugin
Adobe Audition 2.0
Audacity
VST instruments from tweakbench.com

Substances Used:

Cigarettes
Sleep deprivation
Boredom
Tilt malt liquor
Michelob Ultra
NyQuil

Level up
I'ma tape your console shut
Just because that's what you get for not giving a fuck
About me
Got your head locked up in fantasy
Tragedy
Still I don't see why you're mad at me
I remember way back in the day
When you were just not interested in these games you play
All that I would hear from you is they were gay
Now I don't see you for a week unless you stay away
So what's up baby?
Can't you hear me talking to you?
Yeah, I know that you've been busy cuz your character's new
You don't let those mandragoras get the best of you
Don't you think that it was high time you tried something new?

So you're level 13
Sorceress and mana queen
The problem is I don't know what that's supposed to mean
Are my stats too low?
Cuz that's something I can understand
I wish I were a gnome because you won't flirt with this man
You talk about crystals
They're buried in some cave
I'd like to be with you
But you won't let me play
All I hear
Is the constant "ding" of your increase
I see the back of your head
It gets me grindin' my teeth
My mind leaves
And I remember those early days
When you first started to get into the video games
Animal Crossing
Then you switched to The Sims
Now you game longer than me unless I carry you in

'Kay this is crazy
What's this about having a baby?
You know it ain't mine
Cuz I aint been around lately
And the last time I was here
I just watched TV
While you sat and leveled up in front of your PC
Maybe it the child of that elf you been seein
Oh, you thought I didn't know?
I asked the high priestess of Shale Eden
And she divulged to me some serious shit
Like you been fuckin' around
And you a serious bitch
So take your bullshit
And you can keep it online
Because I finally found a woman who can give me some time
She's up for knockin' the boots
And for some Metroid Prime
So excuse me as I summon you
A boot to the sideline

Gonna study for my drug test
I'll pass that
Five ounces and large glass of strong jack
Fillin' up my system with poison and sweet grass
Waitin' for the buzz
That'll knock me on my ass
And suddenly it hits my brain
I can feel it tinglin and bubblin all sideways
Light up that next smoke
It's my way
Grab my keys cuz i'm gonna hit the highway
Straight jump into my car
Realize I can't drive so i'm back inside the bar
Hit the club for more dancin'
Possible romancin'
From my vantage point I can see the honeys prancin'
They look good to me
So I turn the mack on visually
Slide up to a girl that keeps eyein' me
Hey baby, would you like to dance with me?

I know you wanna play
But I've lost a life before
No reason to continue
If you're only keeping score
Your credits are all used up
Your patterns are the same
So how you gonna beat me
When you know I own the game?

She's comin on so strong
Hits me like a bomb
I say hey baby would you like to get it on?
She asks me what I mean by that
I'm not quite sure how to react
So I try to play it cool
Cuz Benjamin B, he ain't no fool
So I ask her what her interests are
Ask her if she's into playin' games
by Rockstar
She says she prefers the classics
Super Mario 3
And Tetris
I say yeah, but what about Ms. Pac-Man?
She says that's cool but Super Pac was whack, man
I whole-heartedly agree
Then she whips out her advance SP
Now I know I gotta hit that
So I show her mine
And we link up for combat

I know you wanna play
But I've lost a life before
No reason to continue
If you're only keeping score
Your credits are all used up
Your patterns are the same
So how you gonna beat me
When you know I own the game?

All night we keep playin' on
Now she got me beat by four to one
But I come up from behind
And let off with a shot that blows her mind
So now the battlefield is tied
So she asks me if I want to come inside
So I casually stroll in
Now the real action's about to begin
She fires up her system
Steady playin' all night into the am
She's jugglin her combos, i'm like damn
So I fight back with a deathstroke wind slam
Now I got her on the ropes
Keepin' her held down with some quick jabs and pokes
Then she gets off her joystick motion
And leaves me hangin there dead in the ocean

http://www.soundclick.com/bbear

The Item Shop
Attn: Jacob Woods
106 Fourth Street
Walnut, IL 61376
phone: (815) 379-4099
email: psyfi.records (at) gmail.com

(The mailing address may still be wrong...)

Chat Info:

AIM: psyfirecords
YM!: indicashadow

Bio: Big Tizzle AKA Eric Thomas was born March 30, 1990 in Hartford, Connecticut. Born into a music loving family, he was exposed to good kick-ass tunes early in life. Playing with his ninja turtles on the floor of the garage he would listen to 106.9 WCCC crank out all that was cool with late 80's and early 90's rock n roll. Listening to his dad play a killer lead guitar helped too. 

Little Tizz grew up on rock n roll, and around the turn of the century also had a good appreciation for classical composers such as Sousa, Holtz, and John Williams. At age nine, Tizz started playing the drums, and within a few years had taught himself to play the drumset. He continues to play the drums to this day, and considers himself a far better drummer than a rapper. 

In the fall of 2003, Tizz stumbled across a website dedicated to "internet freestyling". The website was xrapforums.com (long since dead), and Tizzle joined as a member and became involved in rap battling online. Previous to this Tizz had a decent respect for rap and listened to it occasionally, but had never tried it. Tizzle battled online for several months, winning xrapforum's award for best rookie of October 2003, runner up in the Fall 2003 tournement, and after xrapforums bit the dust, Tizz moved on to shadysoldiers.com, where he was nominated for MC of the Week twice and earned a reputation as a strong battler. Tizz retired from battling after his 50th victory, and set his sights on audio rap.

In 2004, Tizz began to dub his voice over beats he found online from soundclick.com. His initial efforts where stumbling rap songs, simple and nonsensical. In early 2005, Tizz broke the head of his bass drum playing one day, and while he waited for a new bass head, he decided to get serious about rap.

Starting in January and extending to September 2005, Tizz recorded his debut album, "The Very White White Album". The album featured Tizz beginning to develope the style he is now known for. While the songs on White Album where far tamer and more reserved and cautious than his later efforts, Tizz was developing his rap personality. The record was released to a room of about 30 people on October 20, 2005, and went on to a sell a modest 50 copies, making him the number one best selling rapper of all time from Windsor, CT. 
Tizz made his first appearence as a live rapper opening a Fortunado show at a hall named St. Casimir's in Windsor, CT on August 20, 2005. He played through four songs from his upcoming album and was well accepted by the crowd.

Strengthened by his successful first gig, Tizz began to develope his live show. At first, Tizz was a very rigid character onstage, and not a very exciting one. However by his third or fourth show, the beast was let out of his cage. Tizzle developed his stage show into a sweaty raucous affair. Gone where the days of reciting lines standing in place. With materal confidently under his belt, Tizz started his shows by wearing the strangest costume he could whip up the day before, and would jump, dance, shout, run around, scream, and eventually collapse after his sets. Tizz also learned to interact with the crowd, and if he ever saw their attention slip for a moment, he only upped his antics until it was impossible to ignore the sweaty, shirtless, shouting man onstage.

After cutting his teeth on the live circuit, Tizz went back into the studio in early 2006 to record a follow up to "The Very White White Album". The follow-up, "A Tradition Of Excellance", is entirely produced by Tizzle himself and will be released May 12th, 2006.

Lyrics:

Big Tizzle:

Musta been one day while Drivin Miss Daisy
Call me a sinner or call me just crazy
I was divinely inspired by a book of the Gods
I decided we must worship Calvin and Hobbes
A checklist of things just appeared in my head
We don't got no menorah and we don't break bread
No Apostle Saint John, we got Spaceman Spiff
And no more vegetables, we're making a shift
No need for temples or altars or bibles
But we got two dope spitting MC disciples
Big Tizzle is the one some of you know best
But even I heed the prophecy of MC Wreck
Hobbes likes cash so don't donate a check
And we need the money for a holy discotech
Spaceman Spiff, all hands on deck!
Get down off the ceiling or you'll break your neck!

Why don't you make us both happy and put money in the tray
Donate to the plate and you might be saved someday
Multiply dollar signs, we have no faith in division
Thanks for your participation in the brand new religion

But of course we can't be complete without the last part
Or it's not a masterpiece just a sad work of art
Like Tommy Cruise is a top Scientologist
We've got star power jotted down on our list
Who is the man, the man who made the Chronic
He made the ozone layer and computers electronic
Yeah we're talking about our man Doctor Dre
It's a very short story started back in the day
Doctor Dre was the bomb diggity no doubt
But Calvin and Hobbes made his philosophies sprout
Spent 16 months in our new monestary
And now he's seeking gains both spirit and financiary
If it's good enough for Dre, I think it's good for you too
Just do your parts and be prompt with your dues
Just sign right here and make the down payment
Here comes salvation mixed with entertainment

MC wreckshin:

bill waterson was the man with the plan
calvin and hobbes is what he began
little did he know how many fans he would span
little did he know he'd make a new worship man

dre found out bout the new religion
he sent out a million passin pigeons
to fill up the ears
make them listen and hear
snoop dogg stepped foward
as da first ta volunteer
docta dre fans learned about calvin and hobbes
thousands of people quit there jobs

MC wreckshin quit his gig to chisel
a new ten commandments recited by big tizzle

inverted colors
neo cubist extremes
the sun shines down
black and white beams
crass commercialism
artistic integrity
mass permissionism
mystic regreted fees
put your money
up in the dish
say so long
and thanks for all the fish

image forthcoming

Blak Az Bleech- "Dances with N00bs"

image forthcoming

deejay manticore - "St. Roman's Passion" (holier than thou mix)  "St. Roman's Passion"(moss_ remix) (CreativeCommons)

If I had to marry a man, I would marry DJ Manticore. He's my personal favorite producer in the whole world, and I wouldn't be rapping without him. A true musical genius, and this track proves that. It's what Mozart and Beethoven would be listening to if they were kicking it at a cocktail party.

FAQ U – A GUIDE TO THE LIFE & MUSIC OF [ manticore ]

01 Who is this [ manticore ] fella anyway?
[ manticore ] is a 23- year old (going on 24) wunderkind named Roman Wojciechowski. His previous dayjob before becoming a full-time underground hip-hop producer included making beats for the highly expermental and much louded Celine Dion b-sides. Contrary to popular belief, he does not live in an igloo nor travels by snowsled. He is, however, a resident of Canada and lives out his days in a quiet, secluded suburban wasteland of a “not exactly the hip-hop capital of the world” city of London, Ontario.

02 Is it true that [ manticore ] used to make hardcore polka trax when he was younger?
False. [ manticore ] got his first taste of what it is like to make music when his father got him an 808 drum machine for Christmas when he was only 2 years of age. But seriously, he started out early on by noodling on a classical guitar, and then onto some heavy riffage on an electric, and at the age of 14 got into playing in rock bands (thankfully in the mid-90s nu-metal didn’t exist!). From there on, he discovered electronic music at the age of 17, and started twiddling with Fast Tracker. He graduated into hip-hop and less primitive noise making techniques soon afterwards. All in all, he’s been slicing & dicing beats for a good 5 years now, and he’s not even ashamed of displaying his ol’ school electronic experiments for all the world to hear on his webpage http://www.mp3.com/manticore though mind you, he doesn’t shy away from putting up his more recent glossy hip-hop production on there either.

03 How would you describe the type of tunage [ manticore ] is crankin’ out nowdays?
Laid-back grooves for the post-chillout generation? That just sounds like a really bad marketing phrase, so no!
At times Low but often High-Fidelity underground hip-hop joints peppered heavily with rare grooves and dope, often heavily chopped up breaks is just about the right description (save for maybe the “wanna make it sound cool” linguistics).

04 So what is [ manticore ]’s claim to fame, exactly?
For starters, he’s ‘Teen People’s Squeeze of the Month’ pretty-boy material, and he has experience as an understudy for a popular Canadian boyband roadshow. Honestly, though, he’s released a compilation of his early Top-40 Chart-bustin’ hits titled appropriately enough ‘Greatest Hits’, but it was limited only to a handful of copies he gave away to his friends (they’ll probably show up on e-bay one of those days!). It featured all of 18 tracks of mostly electronic material. More recently, he followed up that first release with a grand 20-track album ‘La Musica Del Diablo’ of strictly hip-hop tunes, which has also thus far been released only for his own pleasure, so don’t expect to see it in the Billboard best-selling albums chart anytime soon. The promo EP of the same title which accompanies this bio features mostly tracks which were actually made after the album was completed, but believe me, the EP is pure 100% Colombian powdery musical goodness (not that
[ manticore ] approves of the usuage of addictive substances, other than dope music, that is!).

Though he has collaborated with MCs on occasion in the past, more recently, [ manticore ] has hooked up for a more permanent pairing with the infamous Jason Gortician, of the notorious underground death metal act, Gortician, who is also known as the Louisiana rapper from hell, High-C (and yes, he’d like to fancy himself an O.G., though Ice-T would probably have something to say about that!). Seeing as [ manticore ] only makes beats, and hasn’t been blessed with the gift of gab, this collaboration is paying off pretty well, especially since High-C is a madly-blunted rapper like no other, droppin’ more post-modern cultural references in his insane rhymes than one mammoth episode of The Simpsons and Family Guy put together; here’s a sample: “Dying my hair with the colors absurd, I’m like Mrs.Slowcombe from ‘Are You Being Served’ “. Yup, anyone who can work an ultra-suave 70s British Sitcom into his rhymes is definitely a winner!

05 Any famous last words?
Actually, yes: For the love of the Higher Powers that be, give [ manticore ] a phat indie record deal, or the whole universe will suffer from a lack of true musical talent and an onslaught of atrocious nu-millenium bling bling rap-metal teenybopper cheesyness! Mark my words!

Diskette - New track, "lifestyle music for the vertiginous people"

Lyrics:

image forthcoming

DJ Snyder - New tracks, "Anime Convention" and "NCHH"

DJ Snyder did four very hip-hop CD covers for the compilation, and I never did thank him enough. He has some nice shirts and hats of the designs, if you like them as much as I do.

Snyder bio: Ever since his aunt sent his family the original Star Wars Trilogy (digitally remastered in THX for the ultimate in sound and picture quality), DJ Snyder displayed distinctively nerdish tendencies. He spent all his time on the computer, wasting time, which he does to this very day. In 2004, he discovered a newfound love for music via a trance composer, Keith O'Brien, who showed him the ropes of FruityLoops 3. Now, his sonic arsenal also includes a turntable, mixer, and Reason software, but the philosophy remains the same: make good music, make a statement when necessary, and have fun. \m/ (-_-) \X/

Lyrics:

Anime Convention

DJ Snyder:
May I have your attention please? The third round of the Dark Tournament will begin immediately!
Nigga please!
I've got more charm and (???) out there than you, and I'll prove it by beating you up!
Two yeah, one two ha! A-one two yeah, one two ha! A-one two yeah, one two ha! A-one two yeah, one two ha!
Cut it!
Nigga please!
I've seen Ghost In The Shell, Ninja Scroll, and Akira, but the illest character that I've seen was in the mirror!
Press the panic button, shit it's the schizophrenic!
This is verbal anime! (repeated)
This is verbal anime, graphic animation!

Shael Riley:
Anime convention! Sailor moon!
Anime convention! No mere cartoon!
Eatin' pocky! Got sick!
Anime convention! Sailor moon!
Anime convention! No mere cartoon!

Beefy:
I absolutely love a genre where you can't tell characters apart.

DJ Snyder:
Aaaaaaaauuughhh!
Huuuh!
Beastly claaaawwwww!
It's just like an energy bomb in his hand!
Angel blaaaade!
Only two of the blades are real! The others must be tricks to confuse us!
And jerk number three!

Beefy:
Anime in America is just a fad. Like the internet.

Doomsday Device - New track, "JinxPalm" (live)

Local cats. I met them through one of their dads, who is an electrician. He said they were "sci-fi rap", and so I knew I had to get them on these discs. We plan on doing some shows this summer in Lafayette, LA.

group members are:
wz3d - voice & programming
Sputnik - voice & programming
Tony 5kratchere - DJ

Bio: The Doomsday Device began in the summer of 2004, when wz3d (Chris Wyble) showed his brother, Sputnik (Jeremy Frey) some demos of the stuff he'd been recording, using a Playstation1 MTV Music Generator, his acoustic guitar, and close friend, B4A's skills with ProTools. Sputnik moved from his home in Milton, Fl. to Lafayette, La. to join him in the challenge of creating a sound that captured their combined love of sci/fi & horror movie scores & hip-hop music. for the next year & a half, they wrote, performed as much as possible, and closely analyzed the show they were delivering in hopes of finding the show they actually intended on.

Enter Tony 5kratchere (Ben Hebert). 5kratchere had been running one of the only local hip-hop nights in town at Nitecaps. Doomsday was invited to open for The Chicharones & Science Non-Fiction and 5kratchere sat in as DJ for the night. immediately, the 2 brothers knew what had been missing all along from their usual I-Pod fueled shows. wz3d had been previously shakey on the idea of a DJ (or any other musicians, for that matter), worried that it would conform the sound more toward traditional hip-hop and away from the John Carpenter/Goblin influenced sound they were working on, but that just wasn't the case.

Tony 5kratchere understood the Doomsday sound from jump and challenged his own musical background to blend the styles instead of let one dominate. he brought a live element to the show, that had previously been sorely lacking and also proved to be an invaluable source of energy, inspiration & motivation.

The Doomsday Device is not an idea created with the hopes of cashing in on a current trend or, if there's a God in heaven, create a new one. it is a sound that has been eating at WybleZilla 3D's soul since childhood and is only now becoming something tangible. it is a music that can't be duplicated with Earth Instruments. It is a language that can't  be pronounced by human tongue. It is a sound that creates the visuals only Maximillion Sputnik is capable of constructing. It is the exact combination-of-infomation-through-every-sensation required to deconstruct the human mind and still have pieces that can be rebuilt into their original being. It is an extended middle finger to all musicians who think that theirs, is the only one way to do it. It is an abstract thought that stems from 2001:a space odyssey and ends somewhere within the sonic grace of the simplest of the entire Ramones catalogue (two power chords that could be played by a monkey with no hands, BUT, they thought of it first). It's living life with an imagination, a sense of wonder, a positive outlook that is not so easily amused by the baby toys designed by the corporate zookeepers whose very existence insists that we choose to be entertained rather than create, an observing eye that is constantly aware of the big picture of "life, The universe, and Everything "and is careful not to get too involved in the meaningless vacuum that is the day-to-day paperchase of the "UN-evolved" Its all of these things, but with a beat... Get it?

Lyrics:

image forthcoming

Dr. Octagon - New track, "Ants"

Grim news from the future. The Gorlax and Wackacons have teamed up with reptilians to crush humanity. Octagon came back from the future to save his own life from Kool Keith, and with it, the future of humanity. People are ants. And what do reptiles like to eat? 5 MEO-AMT.

Q: HOW DID HE COME FROM THE FUTURE IF HE WAS ALREADY DEAD?

A: Space Doo-Doo Pistols.

Bio: Kool Keith AKA Dr. Octagon, is most renowned for being in the seminal, old school NYC hip hop trio, Ultramagnetic MCs. Hailing straight out of the mean side of the Bronx, Kool Keith has redefined the conventional hip hop styles and introduced a warped, bizarre take on the genre. Always one to court controversy, Kool Keith records under many guises, often confusing and surprising his audience.

Kool Keith's early career and lyrics with the Ultramagnetic MCs often made use of his growing reputation as a somewhat unstable character, and onetime patient of Bellevue, a psychiatric hospital, where he was treated for depression.

Teaming up with Dan "the Automator" Nakamura under the name Dr. Octagon, Keith again reinvented his image, recording the self-titled Dr. Octagon album (later reissued under the title Dr. Octagonecologyst) that was released by Mo' Wax.

Finally, back again to shock and thrill us after years out in the wilderness, Dr. Octagon, goes straight for the jugular with the release of his highly anticipated new album, 'The Return of Dr. Octagon'. Spliced and diced together by the man, Kool Keith, himself and slickly produced by clued up production trio One Watt Sun, this looks set for some playlist domination.

The One Watt Sun collective, (consisting of John, Ben and Simon) were brought on as the producers. They recorded 'The Return of Dr. Octagon' in a twelfth century turret in the old quarter of Prague, as well as Byron Bay and Melbourne in Australia, and also at their current studio space in Berlin. Their musical style as showcased via the new Dr Octagon record is like a morphing twisted intelligent organism, an animal yet to be named. They enlisted the additional talents of DJ Dexter (ex-the Avalanches) for the Egyptian scratch flavour of Ants and Princess Superstar who features on the song Eat It.

Lyrics:

Drown Radio - New tracks, "Gort" and "Happy Valium Meal"

Dr. Popular is another musical genius, who's done tracks for several notable NCHH artists. But he's more than just a producer, he's a damn world yo-yo champ. How cool is that? He's all over these discs, so pay attention.

Bio: Nerdcore Producer Galore

Under the production moniker of Drown Radio, Doctor Popular has been crafting geeked out beats for some of Nerdcore Hip Hop's biggest names since the genre’s origin. Using the music sequencer on a Sony Playstation, he got his start recording "An Essay On the Wheels of Steel: The Stephen Hawking Diss Song” before he even heard that there actually was a rapper named MC Stephen Hawking. The diss song contained classic lines such as "and I imagine you've got a triple digit IQ, if you use binary..." Through the internet release of this song, Drown Radio was introduced to the world of Nerdcore Hip Hop.

Although Drown Radio still writes raps and sings songs, the San Francisco producer has shifted his focus to perfecting his unusual lo-fi inspired funky music using anything from circuit bent vintage electronic toys to obscure novelty records.

Drown Radio provided the beat for "pr0n s0ng" on MC Frontalot's debut album "Nerdcore Rising", using short circuited speak and spells and an old Casio DM-100 (one of the rarest Casio's in the world). The resulting funky noises are very characteristic of the "Drown Radio sound" and unlike any other hip hop artist around.

Drown Radio has worked with Nerdcore and non-Nerdcore artists (including Scream Club, Sandman, Beefy and MC Lars), and has released a split cd with The Atomic Brothers (a Minneapolis based duo that creates their music with Gameboys and Mandolins).

Drown Radio's nerdcore credentials virtually weigh a ton; 3rd Place World Yo-Yo Champion (seriously!), founder of both the San Francisco Cartoonist Conspiracy and the College For the Easily Amused (one of the nation's largest yo-yo and skilltoy organizations), comic book illustrator, collector of vintage stereo test records, hair model, historian of quack medical devices, and collector of obscure Casio keyboards. Doc is also the star of Unboring Science Volume One, a dvd teaching physics and basic principals of energy to 3rd graders using yo-yos and nerdcore rap music.

Straying from the more traditional Nerdcore Rap style (computer programing and magic the gathering references), Drown Radio's lyrics embody his own nerdy iobsessions. Yo-yos, bicycles, vintage video games, underground comics, theoretical physics and vintage keyboards are all part of his rap stylings.

Lyrics:

Happy Valium Meal

I propose an experiment, take a little Ritalin and mix it in with everything
Does the drug dissolve the brain, or the brain dissolve the Ritalin
According to my prediction the world will end March 10th 1997
What makes you think it didn’t?
For all you know this could be heaven, but then again
That would mean that angels are politicians
And celebrities weren't the only ones who could get away with everything
Take solace in the knowledge that it isn't infinite

hell to me is a heaven that never ends
hell to me is a heaven that never ends

Now back to this experiment, did I mention
Scientist are responsible for this maze that we are in
And they are watching with amazement as control group a keeps running
Trying to find their next happiness fix
This pill will help you sleep, this pill will wake you up in the morning
A little libation to help you relax, a little red bull to improve your concentration

Not trying to blame to blame scientists for the needs of consumerism
They just tried to please the disease of unhappiness
In our nation change will never come from within
That is unless the body in question just popped a pill in
Your not allowed to feel a little unhappy in this nation
Not allowed to get wild and just be one with your environment
Your not allowed to feel anything without a prescription
If mom and dad feel this then that's their choice, but who chooses for the children
Not you, not me, and certainly not them.

The next group we see is control group B
Mindlessly stay at home and watch TV
Television, drug of the nation
Mistaked the room for an opium den
Tune in turn off and let the media in
Two points of view with just one opinion
Create the news, predict conclusions
Men in suits choose what you watch for your enjoyment

and it is my opinion that every single television sitcom is written with the same computer program, laugh track 2000, and you just sit there on your couch and watch them

I propose an experiment, take a little Ritalin and mix it in with everything
Does the drug dissolve the brain, or the brain dissolve the Ritalin
According to my prediction the world will end March 10th 1997
What makes you think it didn't
For all you know this could be heaven, but then again
That would mean that angels are politicians
And celebrities weren't the only ones who could get away with everything
Take solace in the knowledge that it isn't infinite

Music is my drug, I spend way to much money on cds and way too much time, man, I should get out.
 

Lyrics:

Contact: http://earthbound.joecam.net

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emcee jeff z - "No Money" (download the animation)

I think Jeff was the last MC I accepted for these discs. I had to. "No Money" is just really cool. (Of course, I was wrong about him being the last MC I accepted. I got a track from Big Tizzle on the 2nd).

Bio: emcee jeff z is a traveling cat who has lived in Europe, AZ, the eff ell and Cali but ultimately is a Jersey boy at heart. He has the east coast vibe and nerdiness of MC Paul Barman, the European vibes of Thestreets and a bit of the crazy white boy styles of Eminem. He raps about technology and his life and his first real recording session was in September 2003 with Peter Horowitz ( i.e. Producer credit on a Redman/George Clinton track). In the winter of 05 emcee jeff z was blessed to appear on a compilation that was hosted by the hip hop legend Pete Rock. Since then, he has produced several tracks with Jay Deasel an up and coming producer and CEO of the indie label deaselmusic.com In the fall of 2005 he released his first album, a 6 track EP titled, "Some King of Singularity."

Lyrics:

Producer: Peter Horowitz

There is no question one of the single most powerful statements in mankind is sorry your card is declined (denied!)

See we live in a democracy and its fuel is the economy so you can't escape the importance of money of course you could move to the middle of no where but how does that really compare to time's square

What can we do, the fairer sex certainly are influenced by it any woman that says she isn't is just not being legit and nowadays holy moly matrimony

The shit you can buy today makes money seem like a ticket to drink from the holy grail let me explain what I mean as I sit in my economic jail,

Adventures of a lifetime abound nowadays

As long as you have green to pave the way

Fly in a mig breaking the sound barrier land on an aircraft carrier to be whisked away to a space station where you can blast out of the stratosphere

Land on the moon, moon the globe (look at my ass!)

Return to earth and hang at the playboy mansion in a silk robe

And take a few playmates for incredible dates to tropical rainforests and see a cloned tyrannosaurus

Then whisk your favorite (May 2000) to the great barrier reef

To swim with sharks and drink alcohol with gold leaves

Then pick up your new Mercedes that has more technological sophistication than the MIR space station

Drive it to a party in NYC where your buddy shows you the latest gizmo that allows you to watch your favorite movie in your sunglasses this life really surpasses all expectations

The next day you go to your doc to get a brand new liver from a sliver of your skin cell no bigger than a new computer chip you installed in your dogs hip (Bark bark) in case he goes missing again then again you could always purchase the pet translator but you figure no my dog will turn into some crazy debater and I will waste all my time when I really need to do is hire this ex-CIA remote viewer to predict my future (all good!) after that life get's really phat but why stop there you are just getting warmed up as you jog with your entire music collection in an ipod oh God! You meet this beautiful girl you offer to take her for a whirl in your new yacht outfitted with a helicopter landing spot and more entertainment options then the rat pack

She says yes and smiles sweetly and you lean in for the kiss and suddenly

you realize none of this life is true because you just woke up and are getting licked by your pup no money is your reality

your options are squeezed tight like lou ferignos handshake (urghh!)

most girls you talk to think you are flake

the credit card companies want there money and plenty of interest they have inverted interest from the ladies

so all you can do is hope that you won't be some dope with no money to share

that you will end up with more money than is fair so someone else can look at you and say where is my share?

Cell phone: 201 956 0060

Email: mcjeffz (at) gmail.com

Web: www.myspace.com/mcjeffz

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Emergency Pizza Party - New track, "Drama Net"

Nerdcore's first supergroup...

Bio: We will rap your faces off.

Then we will pick all of your faces up off the floor and feed them pizza.

Then we will be considerate and clean the face blood up with a mop.

Lyrics:

MC wreckshin: 
whats with these people on myspace
they always be up in myface
they always be
messagin me
always sayin'
are you really mc wreckshin?
im like
come on bitch
im not famous
im a muthafuckin gangsta, i'll pop a cap in your anus
so dont mess with me
or soon you'll see
majin wreckshin
and his fatal fury
if I didnt accept your add
dont be pissed
dont be mad
you werent dissed
its probally because
your a little bitch
you gotta be coooool
to go on my buddy list

Sir-Up:
What's up with these peeps
On vampire freaks
Tryin to be all hardcore geeks
Always thinking they're vampire elites
But they ain't nothing, but crust from my butt cheeks
Tryin constant to leave me a comment
Bitch shut up I'll summon bohamet
He'll cook up an omelet a devastating dish
that'll give you the shits
And I'll make you hold it in like you're takin a hit

What is this a muthafuckin' comment?
Alright bitch you just got lucky come give Sir-Up a fucky and a sucky
Hmmmmm...
 

fucky, sucky, damn you's lucky
Funny little wanna be vampires
you ain't nothin but emotional disasters
and EPP gonna be your masters

Betty Rebel:

myspace is wack
bitches always on sneak attack
that shit is more addicting than crack
how many fellas you know
mad fronting online
searching for some stupid ho's
you be that girl who meets boys on the internet
and you slept with him
how fucking shady, didn't know he had a lady...

MC wreckshin and Sir-up:

this is dramanet dramanet
I know a girl named Bernadette!
Dramanet dramanet we's know a girl named Bernadette!

Betty Rebel:

emails are flamin'
too much complainin'
no lovin'
only hatin'

MC wreckshin:

my buddy list be
more jam packed
than a bourgeoisie
filled with more bullshit
than mtv
I can deal with most people
to a tolerable degree
most of em are freaks
with insanity pleas
they make me wanna eat
fruit of  poisonous trees
wait a minute
I cant eat that
its illegaly obtained evidence
from an online chat
so chill out bitches, its only the internet
yall need to smoke a marijuana cigarette
try chatting online without becoming upset
lamers refrain from using ascii character sets
stop trying to maintain your virtual pets
stop using cyberspace as a silhouette
all your brains must have a glitch
I make technology my muthafuckin bitch

Sir-Up:

So dark so dreary
So pale so puny
So freaky so geeky
So goth so gloomy
So relatively spooky

A freak a geek I'll punch you in the cheek
Your jaw it's raw I'll cut you with my saw
You see the scar you bettah know my law
Is that a fact I'll jack you with my gat
You see what I mean I'll kick you in the spleen
Damn that's mean I fight so unclean
They want sir stew they got sir brew
A brew a stew a tagteam crew
Gangers bangers we'll hit you with our hangers

Betty Rebel:

unsuspecting girl meets boy
just a pawn in his game
your his little toy
he's a mass criminal
with an evil ploy
and you start getting weird phone calls
some women claiming you sucked her boyfriend's balls
trying to avoid your inner obsession
this conversation you ain't digestin'
cause your pukin' up words with no meaning
and your blasting words online about his little "peeney"

ladies...

don't be so naive
you better check yourself
cause your actin' like a motherfuckin skeez
and you needz to get up on deez... NUTS

MC wreckshin and Sir-up:

this is dramanet dramanet
I know a girl named Bernadette!
Dramanet dramanet we's know a girl named Bernadette!

The Frontalittle Squad - New tracks, "Saving Throw" (With Tycho of Penny Arcade) and "The Frontalittle Squad Highly Recommends Penny Arcade."

Latecomers to the CD, they have a full-fledged gang of members.

The Frontalittle Squad is an internet rap group. After a number of members of the Songfight! community realized they held in common a love of nerdcore rapper MC Frontalot (also part of the Songfight community), a handful of them set out to create their own wacky internet rap. Their debut track "Space Cadet" was well received within the Songfight community and they set about entering Songfight again and again. By the time they had released five songs, the group had grown to include almost fifteen members, leading it to be described as the "Wu-Tang clan of nerdcore hip-hop." In general, Frontalittle Squad tracks chronicle a short adventure in which wacky antics ensue. As of June 2006, FAL has entered 14 Songfight competitions and won 7 of them, giving them a colossal 50% win percentage. They number in the thousands and exist primarily as a humanitarian aid group comprised almost entirely of super-powered mutants.

Lyrics:

(Def Author)

What's with all the dice, I rolled low, can I roll twice
I don't know what character to be, but magic's nice
(Let me get this straight, you've never played this) - (J Mase)
I tried once or twice, but haven't messed with it in ages
I used to play the Bard's Tale, and that's
About as close as I ever came to rolling for stats
(It's cool, I'll help you out, and Drew will too) - (J Mase)
Hey where are the cheetos, and where's the mountain dew?

(J Mase)

Have a look at this sheet, it's complete because I made it
(I need to be a bard for sure, 'cause that's my favorite) - Glenn
That can be arranged, we'll just change it on the paper
(and I'll give you some cool items if you're on your best behaviour) - Drew
Here's where your hit points are, and here's your money
And the die that you'll be rolling the most is D 20
Mumblecore's in charge, 'cause he's the dungeon master
So listen to his story, as we set out for disaster

(Mumblecore)

"I put the magic in magic missile
Does That clear things up? (Uh, no) Well this will!
I’m the D to the M, man the el capitan
The Dapper Dan trapper man who’s not a rapper fan and
I’m managing you and your clan (That’s us!)
Telling you E-X-P or bust!
And I trust you’ll dig the setting of our story
(is it somewhere that rocks?) Yeah, a Quarry"

(CHORUS)

Roll the Dice
And then tell me what it is
I want a twenty
Please don't let it be a critical miss

(Soda)

Chillin' in the basement 'cause it's Warcraft patch day
Time for D&D? I'm a Frontalittle mainstay
I've been chaotic neutral since age ten!
fought the dragon's den-spawn, men. I'm a star at gencon
Before we start I'll tell y'all: noone better do me wrong
I'm suspicious of some antics since they happen in every song
I've had some teammates who know how to ruin a campaign
But I'm hoping FAL won't give me reason to complain

(Jon Eric)

It's true, I've never seen a bot play tabletop
(What about that cyborg?) I heard they made him stop
(So we're in the clear?)
No, there's a problem here
The kinda thing that makes me say what the fuck?
See there's a guy at this table, in this very game
Avoiding battles, acting lame
It's like Hoody-Hoo
He's stealing booty, too
(So who is it?) I ain't naming names... yet

(Savvy One)

Baccarat's on to something
He ain't frontin'
There's a traitor at the table
and he's leaving us with nothing
We do all the work, and like a jerk
he takes the gold
And by the time we realise it all the booty has been sold
And speaking of booty I got a brownie for that ass
Is there a ranger in the house, I think we better check for traps
He's a tricky little mutha, and I wouldn't put it past him
When we find out where he's hiding,
Best believe I'm gonna blast him

(Repeat Chorus)

(Hoblit)

Hoblit is on the case fellow fronters
gonna assemble our own fellowship of the whoop ass
Tribes are gonna clash so break out some fear gas
We'll bump this chump and melt his tiny balls of brass
gonna catch this dwarf gonna stomp on his ball sack
take another wack then listen to his head crack
then were gonna wha wha wha? DM says were surrounded?
we're asstounded while our hit points are getting pounded

(Ken)

All I know is that someone here is slacking
Hiding in the back cause his bravery is lacking
Now we battle Venger one more time
Who do I see at the back of the line
Tycho staring at the tops of his shoes
You'd think that someone cast a spell that turned him into glue
how we gonna triumph whan all he does is parry
Time to get into this battle instead of acting like a fairy
I better get the Def Author in on this
I think the dungeon master's gonna be a little pissed

(Tycho)

Tycho's verse:

Qu'elle heure est-il, mothafuckas!
Qu'elle temps fait-il? Yo

So it's tycho with the tight flow toting syllables
Here's the syllabus: us is eminently killable!
goddamn dm glonmed on to my sche-m, hit my lj, watch me post-it like 3M
Every party's got a player like me - rocking treachery, best belie
that I'm out to get the best of the

party I sold to a sentient mold, subterranean
arrangemens, y'all would never see the day again
geraniums up on that casket, closed
while i'm up to my helm in platinum and gold

but that dungeon master is a bastard, I seen him
reroll my saving throw behind behind the game screen? an

incinerated by some lava trap
with spikes in the front, cold spikes in the back
and for this, you tore the corner of my character sheet? There goes my
thief, just like right click, delete? Just wait until the character
after this
one
shit anachronistic with those akimbo guns
mothafuckas!
 

(Def Author)
He takes no crap from these videogame scholars
And he can go from zero to drunk in twenty dollars
Don't tell him what to do, Don't say the way he should live
He's a bad ass mutha, but you can call him Div

(Soda)
I'd like to thank Gabe for making Spiderman loving okay
Just 'cause we're scared of heights doesn't make us gay
I mean, man, some buildings are wicked tall
And I'd rather be in Spidey's arms than die from a fall

(Savvy1)
They met in a Star Wars episode 4 line
Then on 2-17-1999
Gabe popped the question on Penny Arcade
And the comic scores points with the ladies that day

(MC Poncho)
In terms of P.R. this is self-defeating
Are you even thinking, American Greetings?
You must be baked, for Christ's sake!
It's just Strawberry Shortcake

(Chorus)
It's Penny Arcade
With Tycho and Gabe
It's the Penny Arcade
They play videogames
And frequently save
It's the Penny Arcade

(J Mase)
Mr Devil, this is a note from Blizzard's people
No more using Diablo, Hell, and Evil
To promote your interests, the business cards will have to be reprinted
But your package arrived, you know what's in it

(Mumblecore)
Divx can give sex to my lego wang
Shout "hair!" at KH 'cause I hate that game
Can't afford Japan, so we'll go the kitchen
The tube of civilization, now it's totally bitchin'

(Jon Eric)
Now I don't want to live in any housing community
Run by a guy at 25 still going through puberty
And ain't a giant wing wong just a little gay?
Who the fuck elected you mayor here anyway?

(Ken)
Cardboard Tube for a Samurai Sword
Frontalittle slays all in the arcade wars
Like a rescued pig from a shadow lord
Frontalittle faces all for the reigns of the world

(repeat chorus)

(Plat)
lab results are in, without an opponent:
disconnect your x-box gear and disown it.
you might have to feed and bathe and patrol'er,
but a grizzly bear makes a much better controller

(Def Author)
Hide your produce, cover your head
You know you're in for trouble when the antenna's glowing red
Orchards will fall, it's just a matter of time
Cause there's nothing that can stop him,
He's Fruit Fucker Prime!

(Bjam)
An imp and a business cat in a top hat
Jacket, waistcoat, tie, take on in combat
Exuberance, insubstantial, very ominous
Twisp and Catsby frolic on with much success

(Puce)
For all the kids that think that commas ain't cool
Well, the Punctuation Bunch are gonna take you to school
And show you that the only time for Caps Lock, my friend
Is when you're spelling "LEEEEEEEROYYYYYYY JENKINS!"

funky49 and Redvoid - New track, "RPG" , and "This is Funky49" with RedVoid

funky49 kicks so much ass. You think, at first, that RPG is just a fly track about D & D type games. Then you realize it's a metaphor for life itself. And this is no casual gamer talking smack, the depth of knowledge of D & D displayed is awe-striking. It will bring back serious memories.

How nerdcore is that? The sound of rolling dice used as a rhythmic device.

FUNKY49BIO
Former Radio Shack employee, now computer monkey for a B2B publishing
company. funky49 originally hails from South Jersey (helloo Jersey
girls!) but currently lives in Tampa, Florida, USA. Guided by friends
in 1997, funky49 became interested in producing music via computer
software and taking music classes at the University of South Florida.
While working at IBM he hooked up with Red Void, a weekly
collaborator who has a more impressive bio. Currently funky49 creates with Pro
Tools, Reason, a Korg MS2000 and a black cat named Bela Lugosi.

REDVOIDBIO
Unix, linux, and windows Computer Systems Administrator for a large
Telecom/Broadband corporation and underground electronica producer,
musician and performer, John Sexton (Redvoid) has produced original
records as Redvoid, Window Seat, DefCon6 and Beyond&Back, done
remixes for or with Magic Mike, AGH, DJ Sandy, DJ Chang, DJ Liquid, Eros, Dig
Dug, and Mike and Charlie, on many record labels including Moonshine
Records, MAFDDAP, Tweak, Defective, Knightlife, Phattrax, and his own
label Psylon and has been on mix CDs by Superstar DJ Keoki among
others. Favorite gear includes an Intel based Mac Mini with 23"
Cinema Display, a Syntechno TeeBee (small run handbuilt 303 clone from the
Netherlands), Nord Lead and ProTools.

Producer: steven rush & john sexton

Artists: funky49 & red void

Influences include: The Beatles, Beastie Boys, Beck, Public Enemy,
Portishead, Run-DMC, A Tribe Called Quest, LL Cool J, The Streets, Biz
Markie, Bloodhound Gang, J-Live, MC Frontalot, Philly's Power 99, old
school jungle/hardcore, electro, Florida funky breaks, nu skool breaks
and all my friends especially John Sexton aka Red Void.

Hardware and software used: Pro Tools LE 7 & Mbox2
http://www.funky49.com/labgear.html

Chemicals used include: Adrenaline - Testosterone - Beer – Kettle One
vodka –Hoagies from the White House Sub Shop in Atlantic City – Peanut
Butter Kandy Kake Tastykakes from any Wawa in South Jersey – Mom's
love (not my mom's, your mom)

City, State, Country: Tampa, Florida, USA

Non-Nerdcore Equivalent: I am Nerdcore's Adrock

"I am Nerdcore's Adrock. I have a kinda nasal voice, I rap and produce. I can also be Flava Flav to Redvoid's Chuck D as I'm usually the non-serious, goofy, crazy one while Redvoid is the mental muscle hustle."

Lyrics:

[funky49]
making saving throws, saving my bros
got chain mail, while ditching my clothes
carry magic torch, underwater it glows
brought along a mage for the spells he knows
wielding my sword, makin' them blows
three 6s - my strength - my muscle - shows
range weapons hit, deadly long bows
were-creatures hit with silver tip arrows
dungeons a breeze, grabbin that cheese
more spell components, what my mage needs
making lots of hits, makin' creatures bleed
because our greed their gold they cede
in common language I hear their pleads
got my mind on their money, mind on mead
with enough clerics, we will succeed
with enough XP next level I exceed

[redvoid]
my party is skilled and our strategy is tight
bringing points loaded feats to the barbaric fight
equipped to the hilt with mad gold and weaponry
we got about a half a million ways to slay thee
beating boss after boss and I'm leveling up
I got the magic cup to trade up at the shop
my sword never stops unless I counter with the mace
Jack up attacks with magic spells and ruin the place
we're looting town after town and the countryside
our scope is wide the map has no place for anything to hide
swarm through the caverns with devastating power
kill the residents take their treasure chests and seize the tower
information we glean from the gossiping town folk
is used to find the melee action locations that we leave smoked
more gems are the method we imbue our swords with
to cause more pain and suffering than light sabers swung by the Sith

[funky49]
hack and slash, mad dash for cash fighter flies
don't care when I hear - "Valkrie is about to die!"
Out to get loot and points for experience
Ignore orc hoards take out the pimp
Limp back and get some healing from the cleric
Neutral-Good alignment, that is my shtick
three cheers cause we back from the dungeon
Fighting dragons, magic items plunderin'
collectin' gold, gems and a bit of fame
Peep my character sheet to know my name
Got armor, shields just to protect my ass
Ya know the aim's to decrease armor class
my blood is chilled tho loyal to my Guild
My charisma nice and my cup is filled
With contributions and dollars
my NPCs guaranteed to make ya holla

[red void]
chaotic neutral, my alignment
dexterity my broad sword shows refinement
my strength crushes right through any chain mail
two fisted swings dropping orcs I assail
glowing circle around my feet protection spell
bodies piled up in heaps burning is the smell
necromance the dead liege is what I summon
my stealth feat so high you wont see me comin
mad intelligence bolsters my accuracy
word on the street we're heroes legendary
collecting up all the lost broken shards
the daggers stabbing in your back are from my thief bard
my crew's got my back in the melee blizzard
magic blasts never slack from my wizards
jump from gate to gate and save point to point
navigate the maps deep when we wreck the joint

*Leeroy Jenkins sample

[funky49]
white dragons breath ice, red does fire
sucka NPCs all call me sire
rhymes are my kingdom, there is none higher
I won't stop gaming, till I retire
Critical hits you know I'm throwing twenties
Collecting loot, I'm blowing up mummies
monsters I'm hobblin' - striking hob-goblins
over their dead bodies ya know I'm robbin'
so you see me playing the RPGs
using my brain for strategy
throwin dice with many different faces
playin' characters of different races
Dungeon Master, being a bastard to me
rolling dice behind the screen so I can't see
at the local tavern, my character gets a brew
at home, underage I down a Mountain Dew

[red void]
to find all the secret hiding spots unseen
the gold we hold is getting huge getting obscene
parry search set traps you can't ignore
our quests are the origins of myth and lore
cloaked stranger robbing tombs rings on the shelf
poison attacks zombie doom archer half elf
recharge my mana with mystical charms accelerated
many sided die throws my software automated

* "Leeroy Jenkins" sample used with permission
by Chris Burkhart christide (at) christide.com

ot the rhymes, got the funky rhythms
got mind with power - makin hard decisions
intelligent, relevant, thinkin' i'm heaven sent
boom from mom's womb here to make a dent
in music scenery, from cd to mp3
doing this for me, not for the cheese
no time for groupies, got my lady
now a days I'm thankin' God he made me
cause I'm special, Mister Rogers told me so
if you don't know, well I'm sorry for you bro
but this debate will not result in blows
doin' my spittin and hittin' with my flows

this is funky forty nine x3
here to give your ears a damn good time

who is this? four nine's in the hizzy
my records spun so much that I get dizzy
drivin' on the streets in my Ac-ur-uh
now RSX used to be In-teg-er-rah
fillin' books with lines, hats with slime
never been paroled cause I don't do crime
see, momma, didna raise a fool
Reason two point five is one of my tools
went from bullshit mics to XLR
never thought, that I would excel this far
used pirated warez, not feeling shame
now I got Pro Tools registered in my name

this is funky forty nine x3
here to give your ears a damn good time

My tongue's so sharp, docs ask me
to rock surgeries like episiotomies
but you sucka MCs get lobotomies
back away from me, don't bother me
my time rather spent on sins and repents
askin' Wendy, where Walter went
askin' Zaphod, where is Arthur Dent
where's my Atari? I now lament
My flow is free like some LFOs
Reaching up high like an LEO
This ain't ELO or the PLO
Four-nine on the mic, so now you know

Chat Info (AIM, YM!, SkyPe, etc): AIM: MCfunky49

futuristic sex robotz - "WoW" and "Fuck the MPAA " (CreativeCommons) (Register and vote to get FSR's brilliant "Snakes on a Plane" on the movie soundtrack! Filter the songs as 'Rap', 'F' to easily find theirs. Listen to it. Vote. Tell your friends.)

I added these guys because they rule, and because they were Creative Commons artists, so I didn't even have to ask. But they did consent, better yet, and even suggested a track. But be sure and check out "If I Ruled The World", a hacker anthem if I ever heard one, too.

Lyrics:

WoW

Recycle Bin: once upon a time in the land of Azeroth
Subrandom: Dave Chapelle fought David Hasselhoff
Recycle Bin: we started out life in the Valley of Trials
Subrandom: now we stack gold in big ass piles
Recycle Bin: lookin through the books on top of the shelves
Subrandom: learning spells, gonna plow some naked elves
Recycle Bin: chillin in Thunder Bluff or Iron Forge
Subrandom: we're engineers at the level of Geordi LaForge

PC Speaker:
got home from work and I had some time,
so I opened up WoW and I got online,
logged into my Shaman up on Daggerspine,
when this maxed out motherfucker tried to take what's mine,
he said "I spent a thousand hours and I failed out of school,
and to justify it, I challenge you to a duel"
I said thats okay, I know you'd beat me,
look at me I'm not even at level 20,
I've got one of those things that they call a job,
and so I can't spend all day, runnin a mob,
motherfucker kept pushin, wouldn't leave me alone,
I said fine bitch, pretend to be Sylvester Stallone
after he won he started talkin hella shit,
and I thought to myself, "Is this fool legit?"
I called Recycle Bin and Subrandom to the place,
and they found the little bitch and regulated on his face,
see, we don't take no shit from internet teenagers,
pretending to to be straight gangster ass bangers,
step out of cyberspace and come over to my place,
I got a level 60 bullet for your motherfuckin face

Subrandom:
remember back when 10 fuckin levels was hard?
nows it's ten 60s gankin noobs in the yard,
fat stacks of gear for Blackwing Lair,
10k armor when I shift into bear,
we got all these farmers rollin on gear,
now we quick to boot em the fuck out of here,
Murlocks be screamin when we show up,
Volatile Rum's what's fillin up my cup,
today we catch no hastle in Stratholm,
droppin bosses harder than John Holmes,
updated weekly, this shit is great,
can't say no more cause the game don't wait

Recycle Bin:
started out my life killing them boars,
now I spend my days rapin Night Elf whores,
catch you in the valley, and get me some head,
I swear that we're fighting an army of speds,
don't even get me started on you gold farmers,
you gotta make a living, but I need that armor,
one day I met this dude yellin "Yar motherfucker,"
tankin up mobs like a angry drunk trucker,
introduced me to the ill Druid squad, yo,
never run with em, but I'll give a priest a nod, ho,
you can melt faces but I'm smashin em in,
Windfury on my tuf so you fear Recycle Bin,
watch out, comin soon to an ass near you,
a non-stop beating that's long overdue

Fuck the MPAA

PC Speaker:
fuck the M-P-double-A comin straight out the underground
a young pirate got it bad cause I'm down,
loadin DVDs like a motherfuckin fiend,
bring my camera to the movies and I put em on BT,
back all that stolen content up on DVD-ROMs,
cause my tip's been piracy since I dropped out my Mom's,
and just because I share my MP3s,
they got the government comin after me,
instead of suin kids why don't you step on up,
and release a couple albums that don't completely suck,
stop puttin DRM onto audio CDs,
that don't make it any harder to steal your MP3s,
if I want your shit for free, I ain't gonna have to pay,
and all your bullshit is why the fuck I say,
hack the Gibson, hack the Gibson,
I'm seedin BitTorrents like a digital pimp, son

All:
fuck the M-P-double-A
fuck the R-I-double-A
fuck the suits behind the BSA
and fuck em all for the DMCA

Recycle Bin:
robot pirates, we get our shit for free,
parental advisory you'll never fuckin see,
been a couple years since I seen an FBI warning,
cut it out cause that shit's mad boring,
ya'll fuckin dumber than that bitch from bad boys,
step to the Bin and it's grandma's sex toys,
I'ma just keep fillin up muh drives,
the ones that disapear when the lawsuit arrives,
all you fuckin suits can suck my balls,
when you get done you gonna make some calls,
I better see some changes or it's time to fight,
you ain't gonna manage my digital rights

Subrandom:
remember when anti-trust was the thing,
now you're set up for downloadin Sting,
treatin payin customers like criminals,
pens filled up with music nerd animals,
buyin off senators left and right,
my vote doesnt count in this fuckin fight,
on the 56k had hundreds of songs,
drives partitioned like asses in thongs,
now its gigs of illegal content,
if I get caught im joinin a convent
fuck what you heard, it's all a scam,
if they at your door burn em in a van,

Coaxke:
they got dollar signs in their fuckin eyes,
with heads in-between politicians thighs,
fat checks endorsed by senators that lie,
pullin fake dollar losses straight outta the sky,
and I don't trust trusted computing,
they don't want it around to stop looting,
the internet is the only place you're still free,
if you disagree, just you wait and see,
you wanna lock down the web and throw away the key?
well, you better not touch my fuckin technology,
so back the fuck off or you're fuckin dead,
yellin 1337 on a motherfuckin fed

Ham-STAR - New track, "Off The Wheel" , and "Ham-STAR Rap" (with DJ Phonicoid - Rest In Peace)

I love Ham-STAR. Don't get it twisted. Hammy is no novelty rap act. His lyrics touch on topics dear to our hearts. Part furry rodent, part philosopher.

Bio: Ham-STAR is the world's greatest hamster rapper. Unlike most hamster rappers who just cover other songs, he writes his own material. He occasionally hangs out with Seth Brown, aka The Rising Pun.

Seth Brown (aka The Rising Pun) has been tossing out the rhymes for many years. Granted, many of those rhymes were in limerick form and appeared in places like the Providence Journal, but the main point stands. He is a humor writer and manager of Ham-STAR, the world's greatest hamster rapper.

Mark Seiler (aka DJ Phonicoid) was the backbone of Maine's DJ scene, the owner of Moby's soul, and the producer of the tightest scratch record ever. Some of his work is still available at www.phonicoid.com. RIP.

Lyrics:

Off the Wheel

Ham-STAR in the house.
Ham-STAR in the house.

Let me tell you all about my friend
I said I had a buddy by the name of Ben
We used to live together in the same small town
But every single day that I would see him he'd be down

He didn't seem content with the life he lives,
So I said Ben, hey, what's the matter, what gives?

"I don't know, Ham-STAR," was his reply,
"I feel grey every day and I don't know why.
I'd tell you more about it but I gotta go to work
Putting in my 9 to 5 as a video clerk."

(CHORUS)
Suddenly it occurred to me
What the problem be, it was plain to see

'Cause he had a mind that was not designed
To be so confined by the daily grind

I said, "Let me give you some advice,
And I say this as a friend who is trying to be nice:
Get off of the wheel
Get out of the cage
Stop pushin' for the pellet every day,
Get away from minimum wage.

Get off of the wheel
Get out of the cage
Stop pushin' for the pellet every day,
Get away from minimum wage.

Let me tell you 'bout another friend of mine
Who was working in a job doing web design
She would show up every day and things were goin' fine
But when she came home at night she would sit and pine

Although her job provided cash to keep her off the dole
She suffered as a robot with an artist's soul.
She said, "Ham-STAR, I just don't know what to do.
I somehow feel a failure when the day is through."

And it really seemed a shame when an artist great as Kate
Felt that she was drawing nothing but a wage and fickle fate.

(CHORUS)
Suddenly it occurred to me
What the problem be, it was plain to see

'Cause she had a mind that was not designed
To be so confined by the daily grind

I said, "Let me give you some advice,
And I say this as a friend who is trying to be nice:
Get off of the wheel
Get out of the cage
Stop pushin' for the pellet every day,
Get away from minimum wage.

Get off of the wheel
Get out of the cage
Stop pushin' for the pellet every day,
Get away from minimum wage.

So both of them departed from their former employ
And set out upon a path that would bring them more joy
They decided they were done running in the rat race
And they followed my advice, and they found their own place

Now Ben's a big producer with a Broadway premeire,
Now Kate is very happy with her art career,
Now Ham-STAR's rapping for you all right here,
Though I used to run the wheel, my decision was clear

You can run all day on a wheel for a wage,
But when you want to start living, then you gotta leave the cage.

Get off of the wheel
Get out of the cage
Stop pushin' for the pellet every day,
Get away from minimum wage.

Get off of the wheel
Get out of the cage
Stop pushin' for the pellet every day,
Get away from minimum wage.

Lyrics:

Flame Extension

You weak flamer, you're not worth a mention
But like a buggy Mac, I'm shutting down all extensions

From the depths of hell my wild style was born
I mastered peas and cream corn
From the socket of Davis
Say something shocking, outrageous
But we're all so jaded
Nothing can phase us
I'm in touch with the earth
I got dirt under my nails
I power your third rails
Subway to Venus with a detachable penis
I kick it with Daisy
Cooter, and Enis
Generally speakin', I'm at my best when I'm tweakin'
Everybody's workin' for the weekend
But it's no great plan to be pumpin' for the man
You're just wage slaves
Get your head out the sand
You're just a smurfer on a co-located server
And I serve my active pages with fervor
Rap zealot, I always live to tell it
And my rhymes are so fucking dope you can smell it
I used to sell it but I had to go legit
I still get paid, so I really don't give a shit
I kick intensities
In ten cities
I'd like nothing more than to see your whole crew bleed
Epiphenominal, sesquipedalian
Running roughshod
Over antedeluvian antequarians

Sinister - I roll 'em left handed
Your band heard my band and they fucking disbanded
I bring sedition
In this war of attrition
D-Generation
On a five year mission
To boldy go where you hoes are scared
People think I'm wack
I never cared
I rock Plaid
I'm never Board of Canada
Captain Fantastic?
I live to damage ya'
I got baggage, I want to make cabbage
I'm a smooth calculator like Babbage
I'm not the white power ranger
But I'm constantly morphin'
Another orphan
High on endophins
I'm ambidexterous
When it comes to rhymin'
Wear a suit and tie when I do my crimin'
Carve your skull into a motherfuckin' bong
I smoke better than Tommy Chong
From Long Beach
All the way to Brooklyn
I'll leave you layin' on the floor like a fucking used Trojan
With the dope that makes you choke and keeps you broke
I ain't no motherfuckin' joke

When In Rome

Let me tell you 'bout my DJ, kid
In the eBay of life he's always makin' the high bid
No skid row bum, comin' dumb with no talent
He brings and swings swords like his name was Prince Valient
I go to jail
He's got bail
I got his back like I was fucking chain mail
The Roman empire
My man gets props
Plus I gotta give it up to his mom and pops
With the skills that amaze, he's got beats for days
L33t musician with the means and ways
He heads the House Sub-Committee on Funky New Tracks
He slices beats with an axe
Hip-hop lumberjack
He's got more cuts than a snitch in prison
Foreigner 4 on the floor
With the mad double vision
Manticore's the Mason to my motherfuckin' Dixon
He's mixin' tricks in for all you little vixens
I'll say it once
Don't ever front
My DJs doper than a space-base blunt
Cuz it was kid tested
Your mother approved
Manticore show and prove with the fucking krush groove
The coolest of editors
A sample predator
A true artiste - the 13th letter
He packs the bowl in
Homeboy be rollin'
Every summer, he invades Poland
He conrols the spice, the children and the future
Try to say he ain't nice, you'll leave the show in sutures
The instrumentals are thick and you meek get meeker
He's a full time tweaker, makin' love to your speakers
Quintessential DJ
Livin' up to his potential
And he ain't from New York
Or even South Central
In a sense, I guess
Opposites attract
Cuz he's a cool motherfucker
And I'm proud to be wack
Manticore rocks the house of Atreides
Cuz he smokes tracks like I chain smoke bidis
He's the only rap producer that I can put my trust in
We're steady bustin', from London to Ruston
A seeker of grails and he ain't for sale
He hunts down beats like they were a white whale
Irreverent
But also highly relevant
DJ Manticore is the fucking 5th element

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Ill Engineer - New Track, "Chronically Ill"

Ill was hosting Lil' Nix's track, so I sort of knew about him before I heard him. Another CS rapper with a chip on his shoulder. Pun fully intended.

---Bio:

Originally hailing from Strong Island, NY, a few blocks away from  Redman, this Crooklyn rapper traveled the East Coast honing his rhyming and coding styles. When not dropping phat tracks, he wars with geometry and taste-tests King Cobra 40's.

---Producer:

Ill Engineer

---Influences:

Raekwon, Ghostface, RZA, in fact the whole Wu-Tang clan.

---Non-Nerdcore Equivalent:

EI's own Big Poppa

---Hardware and software used:

M-Audio MIDI keyboard, RadioShack mixer, Shure mic, GarageBand

---Chemicals used:

Alcohol, buddha, bacitracin.

---City, State, Country:

Brooklyn, NY, USA

Lyrics:

Ill Engineer is causing trauma, I'm a crazy CS bomber
Fuck around I'll just SIGKILL you like my name was Jeffrey Dahmer.
I ride in NYC, but I trained in MIT
And my lines are writ real tight like they be coded in assembly.
I'm brutally endowed algorithmically & lyrically,
Anatomically shockingly, spit wisdom just like Ptolemy,
My code is modern scripture, Turing-complete Deuteronomy.
This flow it grows unbounded, step to me your crew gets pounded,
Wack rappers have no circuit skills, all your lines are grounded.
Punk-ass CS rappers think they got the tightest code,
But they don't even realize that I've got the tightest...HO's.

The Ill Engineer is up drinking 90 proof.
My mad Java technique stack my cheese right through the roof.
My wicked Common Lisp make me hold my head aloof
And I don't comment code cause I like my shit abstruse.
When I hear these other MC's their rhymes sound like a joke.
That's the difference son, I bring it hard just like raw coke.
If I were a graph I'd be directed, if a germ you'd be infected,
Y'all bitches throw your raps away, they're garbage get collected
While the Illest blazes puffing live, I'm Iron Lung like Method.

Yo when I was at MIT son, class was low priority.
So many bitches in my room they called it a sorority.
Y'all kiddie rappers back up off, respect hard-earned seniority.
The only thing complex you got's your deep inferiority.

Ill Engineer is causing trauma
Ill Engineer is causing trauma
Ill Engineer is causing trauma, Ill Engineer is causing trauma

Ill Engineer is causing trauma, Monzy's tense while I stay calmer,
He at home, codes in VB, I root his server like a plumber.
MC Plus Plus thinks he busts, I just brush him off like dust.
His whole clique must practice masturbation, mine has groupie lust,
Theoretical inclination and bytecode manipulation,
I'm a framework in myself, I got more Strut than Zulu nation.
Some say I'm comp-sci's rapper god but I like to keep things secular.
Your DFA's can't parse this, rhyme expressions are irregular
Unleaded, premium, keeps my Athlon humming
My lyrics bust out gunning, weak MC's best get to running!

ill (at) illengineer.com
http://www.illengineer.com/blog/

Incredibad - "I Think I Might Have Killed The President" (High-C's Minimalist Remix) (CreativeCommons)

Incredibad are the brains behind the famous "Lazy Sunday" rap on SNL. Andy Samberg, Jorma Tacconne, and Akiva Shaffer make up the band, as well as the comedy group The Lonely Island.

Don't ever think Incredibad are just some goofy white guys making fun of rap. They display a profound amount of in-depth hip-hop knowledge that reflects a deep love for the genre. Check out their use of the word 'cock' to mean 'pussy' in 'Ardie Party, not many white people know of that usage. Or the Eminem and Tupac riffs in the same track. Or their Beastie Boys parody in 'Saturday Night'. "The Heist" takes the tough guy slang of New York hip-hop culture and turns it on its ear. I could write all night about Incredibad.

I think true Incredibad fans will get the joke behind my remix. The other reason I included it is because they managed to say "kill the president" during a period of time when people are getting thrown in prison for ending a joke with "a burning bush" as the punchline. I was going to call the remix "I Think I Might Have KILLed THE PRESIDENT", but I have enough hassles with the FBI as it is.

Lyrics:

Lil' Nix - New track, "Off the Markov"

Nix emailed me right after the BoingBoing article dropped. Little did I know she was a female. I was pleasantly surprised when I played the track for the first time. This is her debut track. The lyrics reflect a deep computer science discipline, which you will immediately recognize if you've been there before.

Bio: During the day, Lil' Nix works as an engineer in a software company in Silicon Valley. At night you can find her chillin' with her crew, downing 40's and doing lines of C.

Lyrics:

Off the Markov

check it out, check it in, let me begin
who is that Persian kid trying to login
thinks he's a student but we all know the truth
homeboy couldn't program a TI-82

fast forward, who's this, with his head in his arms
drool dripping on his copy of CLR
why it's Monzy, but why is his screen all dark?
Stanford is like taking a walk in Xerox Parc

fool, I can't relate to your psets in the lab
mine were more straightforward than a bidirected graph
while your sort is O(n), mine is constant time
and I can code that bitch in less than half the lines


they call me Lil' Nix -- world class multiplayer
got more hits than TCP's got layers
I'm dope like AMD, I dream in assembly
is that a transistor in your lap, or you just happy to see me

cause I'm OG -- that's Original Geeksta
I'll pwn your clan and then say "nice to meet ya"     
syntactically I flow like Church or Ritchie on the sdiff
elegantly functional or practically imperative

I heard your last girlfriend wanted an upgrade
she core dumped you and /dev/null'ed the strace
wanna know why you get permission denied?
girls diss your three inch floppy and I ain't talking 'bout your drive


your research is so wack you got a negative Erdos number
so that's why you're "MC++, BottomCoder"
it's 2 a.m., time to put on some Monzy
his rhymes'll knock you out faster than sleep(1000)

I'm sippin' on Cognac, typin' in Dvorak
got all the boys Jonesin' cause baby got TrackBack
my code's squeaky clean, no unexpected bugs
meet all the specs, cause I use... Junit

next release now, 2.6.17
Torvalds and Morton tryin' to regulate the kernel tree
code's done, oh no, it's too late in the cycle
hands up off the keyboard, ok let's go

MCDJ, and his DJ, DJMC, actually pulled this track right after they put it online so this would be unreleased. It's great and unique, and I'm certainly proud to have it.

MCDJ and DJMC collaborate out of Los Angeles, California.  These two are shadowy opposites of each other.  There was an entire year that Manny believed them to be the same person.  It turns out that Manny was wrong.  These two are indeed separate people, although their musical powers melded when a radioactive mash-up exploded at a club.  Forever changed, the duo now uses their ass-shaking powers for good.  Never again will the listening public be forced to hear "Black Dog" combined with some Ladytron song.  Because that's barely music as well as just plain wrong.

Lyrics:

LOSSY COMPRESSION

Who's square, non-square you say we don't dare
take your lick and remix we just don't care
you don't own it anymore cause you signed it away
to multinationals who sell music with pennies your pay
Who owns a C note, mixolodian scale
If James Brown was a patent you'd be sittin in jail
Not DJMC, his fingers just too quick
bust inside Radio City and he'll give you the slip
Straight into the clip he's gonna digitize
adding sugar to your lemon then I stir in rhymes
Building beats with wireframes, motion control camera
Fly above your city like an American Gamera
Oh no DJ my file's too large
No problem MCDJ watch me flick on the switch
Just a little compression and you're a superstar
44hz and our music is raw

Masters of tone
with an analog flow
trash it up and down
you try to paste our source code
if you get too big
we're gonna sample your bits
1011
lossy compression

So turn on the monitors and check your ohms
because I came to calibrate your speakers
Left and right channel, rear, center in front
my current's so direct it'll flip your meter
straight into the red where it really belongs
makin so many hits you'd think my name was Chong
when I start up the words never takin a breath
you'll be seein my message like it was hi-def
Uncompressed it will stress your converter box
so I go to 4:1:1 and still it knocks off your socks
there's no format MCDJ can't master
with a little help from my DJ too
flippin modes and makin tones that you just can't fathom
Shit, I’m even known to do a little haiku

(break)

Robots are so rad
They kick it on the dance floor
Straight into your heart

I am an oyster and my lyrics are pearls
My satellite broadcasts all over the world
You can try to stop the signal with aluminum foil
But I think you’ll find you’ll fail ‘cause my encryption’s too good
Can’t crack my cipher even when I’m paused
Yeah you’re eating my cookies like you’re Santa Claus
Getting fat and stupid while I’m hitting the books
You get second chances I get second looks
Because I’m fully automated and my system is live
And you know a motherfucker’s got a very hard drive
Cooling fan won’t work my shit’s too hot
Gonna melt your chips and rock your baud
I will freeze you up and then I’ll shut you down
No paper clip is gonna save you now
Beep bop boop bleep blip
You don’t even know what I’m doing and shit

TEOTWAWKI

Teotwawki is coming there is no dispute
In 3 years or 3 billion the question is moot
Will the sun explode engulfing the Earth?
Nanobots malfunction and turn us to dirt
Aliens come with an invasion plan
Or will my rhymes make a fool of every man?
Now I know what you’re thinking, hold on just a minute
How can MCDJ be the whole world’s finish?
See the power of words extends far from the page
They make one man love and another man rage
And if you want a real world example
Jules Verne invented the fax machine, sucka!

This is the way, the world ends
Not with a bang but with a “ Hell Yeah”!
Instead of locusts there’s lyrics and rump-shaking spirits
Who can make the dead dance, well my DJ can
He’s got an EMP in the producer’s booth
When he activates there goes your server room
I’m a Hellfighter just like Red Adair
So you better back off and quit with the stare
Man you’re melting the ice caps with all that hot air
Gonna get my man Gore to take you out to the shed
“Cause your skills are weak and you’re cocky to boot
To you my flow’s an Inconvenient Truth.

I am the man who’s behind the curtain
I’m a giant space baby who’s floating for certain
I am an android who thinks that he’s human
An ape descended from man?
Nothing could sound so stupid
All this and more you get what you see
Call me the Redmond of Rhymes, I’m a monopoly
In the club on the mic doing R and D
Bending space and time rather easily
I’m so dangerous Bill Joy’s afraid of me
When my bell starts to ring, don’t let me finish
Better push my button every 108 minutes

MC Dope Dope - "The Chicken Cow " (CreativeCommons)

Lyrics:

turn on the mic
I got a story to tell
bout my homeboy wes
and a beast from hell
the bitch went out
it was twenty-five below
got his head ripped off
he had nowhere to go

now I know all you
punk ass bitches out there
with your pink champagne
and your IRS hair
wont believe what I say
or my life on the street
well step to this
cause this shit is deep

CHORUS
the chicken cow 8x

the chicken cow
can fly as high as a bird
the chicken cow
can never be heard
the chicken cow
killed a hundred thousand people
the chicken cow
I said this shit is deep

the chicken cow 8x

the chicken cow
with a cry to break glass
the chicken cow
stabbed my brotha in the ass
the chicken cow
out in the cold
the chicken cow
my punk ass was too old

the chicken cow 8x

but I remembered back
to my life on the street
just my piece and my skill
and wesley will
and the chicken cow
tried to bite my face
but the chicken cow
was leaving the race

the chicken cow 8x

cause I took my glock
and I took my beretta
I pumped trigger sealed
his fate like a letter
so listen up punks cause
this aint no road show I killed the
chicken cow when it was
twenty five below

the chicken cow 8x
 

image forthcoming

MC Frontalot - "Nerdcore Hip-Hop 2006"

The man needs no intoduction. Unless you're totally new to the scene. In which case, check out his page. He coined the phrase "Nerdcore Hip-Hop"...

See Baddd Spellah's listing for the lyrics.

MC Hawking - New track, "Rock Out With Your Hawk Out"

Who knew the world's leading theoretical physicist possessed the gift of gab? But is the Hawkman the real Stephen Hawking?

Excerpt taken from MC Hawking's Crib: This shouldn't be necessary, but just to be on the safe side I would like to make one thing perfectly clear: Professor Stephen Hawking is a brilliant, courageous, remarkable man... he is not, however, a gangsta rapper.

Sorry if that disappoints, folks. :(

Lyrics:

MC Hawking's Dark Matter Featuring MC Frontalot - "Mountain Kind"

An unexpected delight, MC Hawking ROCKS THE HELL OUT OF this track. Plus it...almost...might...possibly... be about something dear to me.

Lyrics:

I shalt not front-a-little cause I'm front-a-lot
I climbed mount sinai, got hi at the top,
blew a cloud straight up and the voice I heard
said Front, you were born to front, I said "word"
stumbled on back down two tabs in my hand
chiseled little onna one it said "don't be bad"
onna other one written "be as bad as ya like"
that one under the tongue and then I grapple the mic
y'all better listen to me I bring commandments
first off y'all better make me a sandwich
second up, God says I'm in charge
word from on high: frontalot ought to live large
it's the dawn of the age of the mc front
melt down that calf I'ma gild my butt
i'ma gild the mic, I'ma gild my tongue
or I would if it hadn't already been done

Every god damn time that I get this high
feel like I'm gonna hit my head on the sky
and I try to leave it alone but I can't
the mountain kind what they call the plant

up top of mount olympus I was dissin' em all
said, ya beats is short and ya words is tall
with ya molehill rappin, some gall you got
made attempt to step to m. front a lot
I shot flares in the air zeus said don't do it
I'm messing with the old school now, and truant
gone blue in the face, I drop bass
drop rhymes so thick that they take up space
um, ways and means to an end
I'm in need of a sherpa when I smoke this blend
ascend, spark it up like the sun
lose a digit or two off my IQ before I'm done
unconscionable this habit
better quit before it's too late, dagnabbit!
every time when I climb my ass down
then I'm done. till the mountain come looming back around

 

image forthcoming

MC Plus+ (feat. Lord Illingworth) - New track, "Ascii Antics" , and "Blunt Code"

Lyrics:

I'm the ace analyzing ASCII algorithms
All architectures allow me to get with them
Antivirus agents aren't able to anesthetize
The acidic apps that I cause to arise

You better backup your bytes
And beef up your buffers
Before bugs in your browser
Breach your barriers like butter

Corrupting the CMOS, causing cores to corrode
Cracking crypto in CCB mode
Clearing out the cache, calling CPU commands

Downloading data, dissing DRM demands
Dancing in the dark with digital demons
Directing DoS while defenders are dreaming

Every e-mail's examined with ease
Even experts can't escape my exe's
As each effortlessly expands my empire


Filling up files faster than firewire
Foolish fat fucks frequently flame me
Forensic flatfoots fail to frame me

Groupies Google me to get gigs of GIFs
Giving graphic guarantees that I shoot the gift
Going for the gold, I'm the gigahertz gangsta

I hurt hard drives by hooking hardware handlers
How many homepages have I hacked?
When your HP hangs, don't have a heart attack

Intel's infrastructure is inherently inferior
To the intellect that illumines the interior
Of the inner-sanctum where I like to interface

Jotting down Java that jostles jackanapes
Journaling just might save your Jaz drive
When I jack the joules keeping your junk alive

Killer apps keep knocking like Kris Kringle
Kleptomaniacs biting like Kraft singles
All the kids know that I kick it with Kernighan

Let me lay claim to the lessons you should learn again
Lambda calculus lashes losers who ain't proud
I'm not the Lord of Linux? I'm laughing out loud

I melt malicious machines like margarine
Meaningless morons get moved to the margins
Music murders monopolies like Microsoft

Nothing's what I need to get nasty as Nabokov
Never negotiate with narrow-band newbs
Making numerous networks of NANDs with nanotubes

Obfuscating object code's an obligation
To orchestrate my opponents' obliteration
Overall, it's obvious that open source gets owned

By proprietary programs my processor is prone
To produce and precipitate your packet getting perforated
No patch prevents piracy I've perpetrated

My QWERTY queues up queries in quantity
Quit quoting quatrains of questionable quality
Quadtrees quell your quandaries quadratically

Real time research revises rules radically
RSA and Rijndael won't repel my raids
And your router won't refuse the packets I've replayed

My SSID has no static on its signal
My static IP's safeguarded by a sentinel
Screw with my server, I'll serve you a smack up

I tend terabytes on my tape backup
With TCP technology I threaten terror
Tricking terminals through Type-2 error

I upload UNIX passwords using utilities
Like USB, I have ubiquitous abilities
Unprotected unzipping in UDMA

Van Eck phreaking videos via VGA
My voice is a vehicle for virtual venom
I view vulnerabilities and then vie with them

With WiFi my WAN wickedly wires words
The World Wide Web gets wrecked with worms
When will you know my work's not WYSIWYG

It's extreme like X-rays when I plot like xfig.
x86 is where Xinu gets rocked
Execution is for those who Xerox

Your yodeling from yonder and away
Yet you've made no Yen since Y2K
You yearn for success like that of Yahoo

But your zombie processes could fill up a zoo
Your zero knowledge proofs are flawed like Zionism
I'm in the zone, hot like Zebra jism.

MC Wreckshin - New track, "Kung Fu Is My Mom"

Bio: MC wreckshin grew up on the streets of Jupiter, Florida; a town with lots of rich elderly people. From the moment he was born he knew he was destined to become the world's most hardcore gangsta rapper.

At a very young age he joined the most hardcore gang in Jupiter. He used his experiences as a gangbanger to write some of the most intense lyrics imaginable.

At the age of 21 he realized "the hardcore gang" he rolled with wasn't a gang at all but in actuality they were the mentally handicapped kids in the special education class at his school. Thrown into total dismay MC wreckshin went into a month long robotussin binge and somehow ended up on the streets of Orlando, Florida.

Lyrics:

MechP - New track, "Lo-Fi All Star" , and "City Crusher" (remastered)

Bio: Mechapon, one of the many aliases of Twin Cities producer Andy Brinkman, is a project that seeks to weave a cohesive musical tapestry from a number of unlikely sources. Mechp's songs blend equal parts 60's orchestral pop, classic soul, psych rock and hip hop. A true postmodernist, Mechp's tracks teem with densely woven layers of samples to create an audio world that is at once familiar and completely original. It's a land were you'd be just as likely to see Henry Mancini as you would Isaac Hayes, Nancy Sinatra as you would RZA.

Lyrics:

Meter Versus Yard (High-C & DJ Manticore) - New tracks, "La Violencia" , "Divided States" (CreativeCommons)

MVSY is: (deejay) [ manticore ] on beats AND (emcee) high-c on rhymes. one is a laptop geezer from the great white north while the other is a bong-hitting OG from the dirty south. the meter versus yard action plan, fueled by an insatiable urge for world domination, is as follows:

STEP 001: bring pure unadultered 100% colombian quality hip-hop dopeness into being

STEP 002: ???

STEP 003: profit

Lyrics:

Contact: http://www.soundclick.com/meterversusyard

image forthcoming

Microphone Messengers (feat. AfterSchock & 535 of Subject Matters)- "Get Lifted"

Bio: 2 EMCEES AND A SOUND PROVIDER, JOINED FORCES IN THE LATE 90'S, LIVE IN THE SOUTH BUT DON'T SOUND LIKE IT, REAL NAMES: JUSTIN MCQUILLEN, ADAM ANDERSON, PETE ANDERSON (NO RELATION) ALL OTHER INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED...This just in! C.E.P is handle'n the 1's and 2's and 3 or 4 more instruments back behind us where the DJ stands.

Lyrics:

Monzy - New track, "Kill Dash Nine" , and "So Much Drama in the PhD"

Bio: Dan Maynes-Aminzade (aka Monzy) is a Nerdcore hip-hop artist, programmer and PhD student at Stanford. Monzy made his hip-hop debut with Drama in the PhD which was calling out his musical rival MC Plus+. It gained large popularity after being mentioned as "the best fucking thing I've ever heard" by LiveJournal creator Brad Fitzpatrick. It eventually made it into a Wired magazine article, and Monzy was interviewed for a segment on the German television program Taff. He was also mentioned in the February 2006 issue of EE Times, an academic and industry-oriented publication dedicated to issues in the field of Electrical Engineering.

Lyrics:

Kill Dash Nine

I guess I'll have to shut you down for good this time,
Already tried a SIGQUIT, so now it's KILL DASH 9.
You gotta learn when it's time for your thread to yield;
It shoulda slept; instead you stepped and now your fate is sealed.
I'll take your process off the run queue without even asking
'Cause my flow is like reentrant and preemptive multitasking.
Your sad rhymes are spinnin' like you're in a deadlock,
You're like a synchronous sock that don't know when to block;
So I pull out my keyboard and I pull out my glock,
And I dismount your girl and I mount /proc
And I've got your fuckin pid and the bottom line
Is that you best not front or else it's KILL DASH NINE.

KILL DASH NINE,
No more CPU time.
I run KILL DASH NINE,
And your process is mine.
I run KILL DASH NINE,
'Cause it's MY time to shine
So don't step outta line or else it's
KILL DASH NINE!

See it ain't about the Benjamins or Pentiums or Athlons,
But you rappin' 50 meters while I'm spittin' in decathlons.
Your shit's old and busted, mine's the new hotness;
You're like CLR and I'm like CLRS.
You're running csh and my shell is bash,
You're the tertiary storage; I'm the L1 cache.
I'm a web crawling spider; you an Internet mosquito;
You thought the 7-layer model referred to a burrito.
You're a dialup connection; I'm a gigabit LAN.
I last a mythical man-month; you a one-minute man.
It's like I'm running Thunderbird and you're still stuck with Pine,
Which is why I think it's time for me to KILL DASH NINE.

Yeah it's KILL DASH NINE
No more CPU time.
'Cause it's KILL DASH NINE,
And your process is mine.
I said KILL DASH NINE
'Cause it's my time to shine,
So don't step outta line or else it's
KILL DASH NINE!

My posse throws down like leaky bucket regulators;
I was coding shit in MIPS while you were playing Space Invaders.
With my finger on the trigger I run ./configure
Yo, this package is big, but MY package is bigger.
I roll my weed with Zig Zag while I zag-zig splay,
And I do a bounds check before I write to an array.
I'm a loc'd out baller writing KLOCS a day,
'Cause it's publish or perish, fool, what can I say?
I'm 26 now, will I live to see 28?
Some days I wonder if I'll survive to graduate.
But hey, that's just fine, I won't ever resign,
And if fools try to step then it's KILL DASH NINE!

Yeah it's KILL DASH NINE,
From my command line
It's KILL DASH NINE
Sending chills down your spine,
I said KILL DASH NINE,
'Cause it's my time to shine,
So don't step outta line or else it's
KILL DASH NINE!

fs sa rlidwka
I'll chown your home and take your access away
Comin' straight outta Stanford, ain't nobody tougher,
Control-X, Control-C, I'll discard your fuckin' buffer.
You're outside your scope, son, close them curly brackets,
'Cause I drop punk-ass bitches like a modem drops packets.
Dump your motherfucking core, and trace your stack
'Cause where your ass is going, there won't be no callback.
See my style is divine and my code is sublime,
My career's in a climb and yours is in a decline.
I'll write a pound-define and assign you as mine,
So refine those sad rhymes or remove your plus signs,

Or it's KILL DASH NINE,
No more CPU time,
'Cause it's KILL DASH NINE,
And your process is mine,
I said KILL DASH NINE
'Cause it's my time to shine,
Bitch you stepped outta line and now it's
KILL DASH NINE!

So Much Drama in the PhD

Yo, MC Plus Plus, my rhymes are so phat,
I'm PSPACE-complete but I'll reduce you to 3-SAT.
My crew is so hard that we roll in NP,
And bitches dereference my pointer for free.
When I'm linear probing they're like, "Damn that's gigantic,"
I showed it to your mom and she used Hoare semantics.
She jumped like JNE up onto my erection
And I picked up that ho like straight garbage collection.
("That's right, mark-and-sweep on these nuts, bitch.")

My lyrics get stolen by sucker MCs,
I gotta sign my rhymes with PGP;
But I keep on generatin' like a CFG
'Cause there's so much drama in the PhD.

What's wrong MC Plus Plus, am I making you nervous?
Even skanky fat hoes give you denial of service.
You'll probably go to jail before you write your dissertation
So prepare your asshole for some internal fragmentation;
<Uhhh> Penetration, as they fill it up with jism,
It's too bad you aren't closed under homomorphism.
Your problem, Plus Plus, is that your typing isn't strict:
In ML my type is real and your type is 'a dict.

I control my flow better than TCP,
I rep the west coast like Eazy-E,
You best not front if you can't pass the GRE,
'Cause there's so much drama in the PhD.

My flow is so intense that I will overflow your buffer,
Corrupt your stack pointer makin' all your data suffer.
I've got saturated edges but your flow is sparser,
Real gangstas sip on Yacc; instead you generate a parser.
While you're busy poppin' stacks I'll pop a cap in your skull,
While you smoke your crack pipe I'm gonna pipe you to /dev/null.
I may not have a label but I rap like a star;
I'm an unsigned long int and you're an 8-bit char.

Your mom circulates like a public key,
Servicing more requests than HTTP.
She keeps all her ports open like Windows ME,
Oh, there's so much drama in the PhD.

DWORD to your moms, I came to drop bombs;
I've got more rhymes that San Jose's got dotcoms.
I rep the Farm like 50 reps Queens,
With more power than multitape Turing Machines.
Blowin' up the rap scene faster than factorial functions,
I'm dope like PNP transistors and I'll saturate your junctions.
By the time you've rhymed one line, I've already busted ten;
You rap in exponential time and I'm big-O of log(n).

I run gmake and gcc,
And I ain't never called malloc without calling free.
I'll beat your ass until it's colored like a red-black tree
'Cause there's so much drama in the PhD.

myf - New track, "Top Secret!" feat. Masta Cwik

Bio: From the "rugged" land of G-town, Myf began his music career making video game remixes for www.ocremix.org. From there, he moved to original pieces and then began dabbling into his favorite genre - hiphop. One day, he'll learn how to rap, and everything will be gravy.

Influences: wu tang clan, mf doom.
 

Non-Nerdcore Equivalent: don't want to get cocky...but... maybe the equivalent of Ghostface Killah
 

Hardware and software used: www.mythrilnazgul.com/gear.txt
 

Chemicals used: iced tea.
 

City, State, Country: germantown, maryland, usa.
 

Lyrics:

Myf

I butter up the mic like a crispy croissant
Stroll into the room, turning heads like a debutante
Savant, give the clientele the red eye
Terrorize the burb bustin’ shots like the Jedi

Come from the land of the crispy critters
With the crack head jitters and the 
Fresh banana fritters
I’m on a mission, attrition, a visionary force
Dividing up the masses like an economics course

Punch in the keys like it’s drunken acupuncture 
Zeta functions and conjunctions
Watch they spread like agriculture
I blast spastic rhymes, drastic and bombastic
Thick wrapped in sealed plastic, snap like elastic

Fantastic, a sharp stabbing pain in my gastric
I can’t complain so I split like gymnastics
Flip for the pitch, the wrist a slick flick
And leave a mark stripped like Christ in scene six

That’s blasphemy, it has to be Elizabethan tragedy
Otherwise we cant guarantee you on the warranty
Check my delivery – Shit, that’s Digiorno's! 
Don’t worry, Kid, cause there’s always the pornos

Bust outta my cell, make a hole up in the water main
Wading out knee-deep, call me brown Quartermain
Throwin acid punches, Stuck in acid bunches
Ring ring ring, hit the ground – 1000 crunches! 

Masta Cwik:

I’m a top secret agent on a dangerous mission
No more sittin’ on my ass like an old man fishin’
I’m that ill MC, man, you can’t see me
The game’s too easy, like baseball with a tee

Walkin in the room, dressed down and well groomed
I just stare at the ladies, put babies in their wombs
They all want to get fed, in the pool or in the bed
Gotta do my job cause I work for the feds

Turn around the corner, instantly disappear
Lyin in wait cause I have no fear
Gonna jump this fool, choke him out til he drools
Its his unlucky day, tell him I make the rules

Pulled him by the neck, said I needed information
He spit that shit without any hesitation
I knocked him out with a broom, ran my ass out the room
Had mad fools getting paid for my doom

I made my escape, jockin fools real swift
They can’t mess with me, I’m the great Masta Cwik. 

Contact: http://www.mythrilnazgul.com/
http://www.myspace.com/mythrilnazgul
mythrilnazgul (at) yahoo.com
mythrilnazgul (aim)
 

Lyrics:

image forthcoming

Nursehella - New track, "Nursehellamentary"

Bio: i'm a nerdlinger princess, genius sex-kitten supreme, both aspiring comic artist and in-training-jedi-knight-emcee.

basically, i'm a japanese boy living inside the body of a tall skinny white girl. I am an obsessor geek, addicted to cartoons, videogames, comics and computers. i'm currently languishing in my post-university indescision, doing modelling and freelance graphic designs.

the future is mine.

Unceremoniously ganked from Nursehella's LJ.

Lyrics:

Oddioblender - New tracks, "Eli the Indy Rockette", and "Gustuf's Blues""

Oddioblender is: Gustuf Young
http://www.oddioblender.com
 

Bio: Gustuf Young has written music for 12 years in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex to a limited audience. He has had music released in DFW, Japan and New York, compiled a mix for A Sweden-based IDM fansite, and written reviews for a webmag based in Denmark. With at least 12 albums under his belt, Oddioblender's sound is characterized by mathematical drumthuggery and sugar-rush nostalgic synthesis.

Lyrics:

oh, how I wish I could fly away
to japan's future and fight cyborgs, cyborgs
carrying my laser katana, I would
fight for justice and defeat the yakuza

samurai dreams, my samurai dreams
cherry blossom petals in my sleep
samurai dream, my samurai dream
fighting the good fight for humanity

i'd find me a japanese lady,
she'd be my kaede, my sexy sidekick
that life would be good and grand and wholesome
full of excitement rather than monotony

samurai dreams, my samurai dreams
cherry blossom petals in my sleep
samurai dream, my samurai dream
fighting the good fight for humanity
(repeat)

Old Scratch - "Proud to be Wack" , "To Hell With Hip-Hop"

Bio: Old Scratch is (or 'was' or whatever) Stopheles and Belial, two white guys who relocated to NYC from the shit end of Connecticut (by the casinoes!!). They recorded a bunch of stuff around 2000, put it online, and soon got a major label offer, but Stoph fucked it up because he had just started grad school and tried to wait til the end of the school year to record a label demo, and, after a year of living with a stripper and a pitfighter, both of whom moved to NYC after contacting Old Scratch through Mp3.com, Belial shifted focus to his earlier musical project under his real name, producing hours of droney ambient noise. It's your standard back-story for any TRUE GEEKSTA.

Lyrics:

Optimus Rhyme - New track, "Obey the Moderator"

Track: Obey the Moderator

Album: School the Indie Rockers

Bio: The year was 2000. The Wackacons had invaded the Emerald City. Parties grew listless and nightclubs suffered greatly under the Wackacons' ever-growing influence. Repetitive loop manufacturers, lackluster DJs and angst-filled metal pushers aligned with the Wackacons and quickly flourished in our once-great city.  It was later that year when fate brought four independently minded Autobeat technicians together. Instantly, their positronic brainpaths fused. Within weeks, laid-back progressive hiphop beats were mixed with brutally brain-teasing rhymes.  It is the primary objective of Optimus Rhyme to rid the world of Wackacon oppressors.

Lyrics: Wheelie Cyberman

Producer: Jack Endino

Artists: Optimus Rhyme (Wheelie Cyberman, Powerthighs, Grimrock, Stumblebee)

Influences: The Coup, Led Zeppelin, David Lee Roth

Non-Nerdcore Equivalent: Aceyalone

Hardware and software used: All live tracks, yo.

Chemicals used: Robin Hood, Shakey, caffeine, PBR, huevos rancheros.

City, State, Country: Seattle, WA, USA

Lyrics:

http://www.myspace.com/optimusrhymelive

Rai - New tracks, "Big Lie" and "Sunny Sunny Sunday"

Lyrics (translated from the original Japanese):

Today's theme is Sakigake! Chimichimimouryou~ MAI KATAMARI~ Heyhey do it more Puutan, don't lose to Freddy!
I am now allout Great Pirate Era! Heyhey Oniisama! Your FIRE and fresh baked bread, which is hotter?
BeatBeat feeling it DIRECT TO MYHEART BEAT! I think? Fooshfoosh speeding it up and spray that graffitifying!
If I believe, can I become the sea? Can I become the wind? LALALA sing it kickin it wayfar!
Fly the sky and feel the world and make those flowers bloom- Ichirin no hana! I'm teh mad daydream, you're comin along right? Can we go to? ONE TWO!
Afro dancing! I wanna like happily in the jungle- BUT! Can I live in a world without LAN and NET? NO! GIVE ME MY MUSHISHI!

Hey Caroline! Dance with me, twinkle star* in your eyes SHinE! BriGHt!
Blinking Blythe Eyes and fuzzy drinks~ baby we don't stop nonnon
Norinori Pop'n music
Supa Kung-Fu Karate Chop!Rack up those combos like no tomorrow~
C'mon dance to the Lovex2 SUGAR-, Today is a sunny day!

Hey Paradise! Dance with me, twinkle star* in your eyes SHinE! BriGHt!
Ultra! Love and peace all around Sambo master! The world spin spins with Supa love power!
Go!Go! Summer Sunlight! Hitman REborn!
Sailing day on the Grand Line! Checking out the stars to the left and right
Today is a sunny day!

Hey baby! Dance with me, twinkle star* in your eyes SHinE! BriGHt!
Ultrakly-Rai's in the house! We don't stop!
we dancedancedance our way to the sky line
Supa Spinning Chun-Li kick!
C'mon HALCALI to the 7, harehare Haruhi baby, Remember everyday is a sunny day!
 

Rappy Mcrappperson - "Lick Your Own Butthole Party Dance " , "I'm A Gangsta"

Lyrics:

the rap shrew - New tracks, "breakingPLS_WDTH(rayogarrmx)", and "--aAHh-aaaaagnstgel dEEvlll (f. high-c)"

I've known Ray for years, through DJ Manticore. He's doing a remix for our 12", if we ever get it released. He's pretty much the king of glitch-hop, and when you hear these tracks, you'll know why. He also did four separate covers for the compilations. Everything he does seems to be intensely creative and inevitably interesting.

Lyrics:

Scream Club - "I'll Show You How" (New Drown Radio Remix)

Bio: SCREAM CLUB, the Electro Sex Hop Hip Pop Punk Rock Rap Duo from Olympia, WA,are two freaky white rapper chicks stopping hearts everywhere. Cindy Wonderful and Sarah Adorable, two gaysymmetrical superheroes, have come to spread the message of fun to queerions, hip hoppers, and rockers all over the world. These queer icons write love songs, political jams, and party songs all with tight lyrics and killer hooks.

Lyrics:

Shael Riley - New track, "Miss Information" (with Beefy) , plus "Bit Pop"

Bio: Possessing a BA in English and no marketable skills to speak of, Riley was forced into the rap game in an attempt to make ends not meet. Primarily self-produced, he taught himself how to hack bass and guitar, and to sing improperly by playing Soundgarden in his room for hours on end when he was 14 and trying to be Chris Cornell; two years later, he would form an Alice in Chains cover band. As a mal-adjusted adult, he took an interest in remixing video game music, releasing the acoustic-guitar-and-voice-based Zelda: the Music of my Groin on OverClocked ReMix in 2000, at the age of 18. More than six years later, he is still pointed out on the street and accused of being "that Groin guy!" by fans who are well-meaning, if limited in their scope of appreciation  At 20 he was apprenticed in electronic music production by Protricity, who would go on to become, arguably, the most hated man in the video game remix scene, after hacking www.vgmix.com into non-existence in January 2006, though he and Shael had long since lost contact during the four years prior, in which Shael focused his musical endeavors exclusively on arranging video game music for release on Overclocked ReMix (www.ocremix.org) and VGmix (www.vgmix.com). A month prior to the hacking incident, in December 2005, Riley released his first full-length album of original electronic vocal music Toybox, which his friend and contemporary Beefy jokingly describes as being "not so much Nerdcore as Nerd and B," a description Shael is more than happy with.

Lyrics:

shagrugge - "Ain't Sayin' Nuthin (Sleepy Holophlo mix)" feat. Clarence Boddyker (CreativeCommons)

Lyrics:

ShoNuff - New Track, "S-H-O"

Bio: ShoNuff was one of the founders of the Nerdcore group from OKC, Blak az Bleech, along with ZeRoBiTrAtE. After a stream of songs and two shows, the group fizzled, and Sho was left to his own devices. Refusing to give up on his dream of Nerdcore Supremecy, Sho decided to forge ahead and formed The LoD with Asian Rap Sensation CaTdAdDY. They plan on releasing a full lenth album by the end of the summer, with guest appearences by ZeRoBiTrAtE and others.

Lyrics:

Sho's now about to blow Nuff said about hos took an overdose of no-doze just trying to lay low it's late I can't sleep i'm sick of counting sheep no time gotta decide which chocobo I wanna keep staying up late playing videogames my palms are sweaty and my heads in a daze I fell victim to the katamari damacy craze king of cosmos telling me that i'm just a waste I leveled up now my attack is the best but my defense is low so i'll buy a mythril vest boss battles get my heart beating out of my chest I got my PSP on a pre-order list wall scrolls adorn the walls of my humble abode my girl only speaks in html code drink enough jolt cola for my teeth to erode got so many mp3s my hard drive will explode 

CHORUS my name is Sho as in show me the honeys N-R-D is what I be i don't think it is funny so don't believe for one second you can take this mic from me just cuz back in the day you used to take my lunch money S-H-O muthafucka creepin in on the scene got enough to go around so Sho me the green got my mind in the gutter so you think i'm obscene but i'm keepin my clothes so fresh and so clean 

my favorite movie in the world is spider-man 2 but my favorite scene is in the first where mary jane has wet boobs you say I watch it a lot, well I watch it a few I beat my meat so many times you'd think its spousal abuse but when i'm not spankin my idea of fun is watchin the new season of sealab 2021 and catching the priemere of revenge of the sith and hoping I get to see natalie portman's tits my life's not all fun and games as it seems I gotta work a real job to afford all these things comic books cost money if you know what I mean 40 bucks a week and that's just on DC I got my backpack strapped in case of audio attack ladies stacked with a fat ass gotta blow me like glass learned to tap from a class by jack black and kyle gass kinda crass givin you sass just cuz i'm a badass

Sir-Up- "Mystique" and new track, "A Student After M"

Lyrics:

Mystique

She’s a super secret agent
A mutant freedom fighter
A master assassin a gun for hire
She kills for the money she’s one fly hunnie
She’s a little bit freaky she’s sexy and sneaky
She’s bold and she’s blue
She’s cold and she’s cruel
She’s got yellow eyes a mistress of disguise
Shiny clad leather it looks so much bettah
A shape changing machine
That’s really fine and lean
Her name is mystique
And she’s packin a lot of heat
So if you got cold feet
Remember she’s queen leet

She’s a bit bisexual but very intellectual
She’ll rip off your testicles
And make it a spectacle


She can hunt you down like it ain’t no thang
She can bust you up and kick you in the Wang
So if you can hang
Then give it a bang
She’s got those skillz to pay those billz
She gets a thrill from stompin your grill.


Sexy blue skin that makes you cringe
A sight to behold the story’s been foretold
You bitches getting skold and left out cold

Don’t give her that tripe shit
Or she’ll give you a ripe hit

Floatin down a river while, you sit and shiver.

She’s a bit bisexual but very intellectual
She’ll rip off your testicles
And make it a spectacle




Shes a mother of three rouge, crawler, creed
Together they make one fine breed
So damn hard and so damn mean

This bitch is scary
so pray to the Mary
The things she can do are so damn cruel
She’ll cripple you to the point that you drool
She’s not a tool for anyone’s use
She’s on her own and she’s full of abuse

mystique in the night
Makes you scamper in a fight
Cause you just fell into superior fright

So if I were you I’d run now bitches
Before you end up cryin
With a head full of stitches

She’s a bit bisexual but very intellectual
She’ll rip off your testicles
And make it a spectacle

So that was the short story of the vicious vixen
So if you weren’t listenin then you were dissin
And mystique don’t like so be ready for a fight
Cause she’s out of sight and full of might

So don’t take her light
Cause that’s not bright
you better recite an apology
Instead make it your eulogy
now you messed up your situation
So don’t take out any hesitations
Or she’ll take out all her frustrations

She’s a bit bisexual but very intellectual
She’ll rip off your testicles
And make it a spectacle
 

Creeping constantly thoughts of complication.
How is this means to immediate Realization
Twisted terror is what i'm seeing
Everyone lying around   kickin  screamin
I thought that joining here
would pave the way for my skills that I use
saving from harm saving from abuse
This is how it should , fuck the excuse
I'm stuck in a place , should I adhere?
My mind becoming contagious with thoughts of fear

I didn't sign up for this what's happening
Crawling on my knees sittin and sapping

but now I'm here after the day of M
I don't understand am I going to be like them
The shock of it all
I'm going through withdrawls
Some of us are sprayin our brains on the wall

This is a time for trial
Not sitting here  livin in denile

putting all our powers to the test
Keeping them up makin the best

I need to get out I can't take this
it's draining my cranium to much shit

I'm just a kid 16 at that
I shouldn't have to witness this raceist attack
Sapians hitting mutants with baseball bats
So many timid  like stray cats
being stepped on like a  door  mats

Once this was a place of learning
Now it's a place the evil  is churning
Why are we letting them in
I feel like we are commiting a sin
---------


I don't understand it
This isn't how he planed it

Thoughts of my parents what would  they think
All the press makin a stink

Knowing that all  the are losing there powers

I don't even think I want them anymore
the thought to be normal was not a bad thing
I'm not faking this is what I'm taking

oh shit I'm so fuckin pissed
Beating my head with my fists
I don't know what to do
Why am I in these shoes
Why can't I be just a human
Away from this solatution

fuck it all I should end it right now
My head is pounding with tears of horror
All the noise from the fighting outside
What the hell is keeping me alive
--------

All that's happening is a clouded head
Pulling my hair out like a dog that sheads
To cope with the loss of my all my friends

Trying to make sense of it all
I'm getting sick to my stomach

All of us under attack
this shit is  so fuckin whack
The humans finally got
What they  wanted
Always laughed always taunted
Now they realize that can kill  us
Fuck that shit what am I thinkin
I still got my powers
I can fight back

I won't be another kid stuck inside
running in this ridiculous shell
I'm about to bust out
show them up give them hell

It's equal rights
this should be in the past
We've felt this way to fuckin fast
Hasn't this country felt this before
You Sapians wanna start this stupid shit
Come to the mansion you'll get an X hit

Cause This is the day after M
We'll fight to the mutah fuckin end
Cause we're just as good as all else
we'll wax you bitches and hang them on our shelves.

--------
I'm amazed , shocked and fuckin appalled
All you bitches wanna destroy
How about you're guts ripped gory
Come up close let the X tell the story

Oh my god I was wrong
out here in this fuckin war
I'm just  another victim
All this time I thought I was fine
The trip was all in my mind.

I could get killed out in this
What was I thinkin I'm just a bitch
I forgot my girl this whole damn time
My brain was in tons of knots
While all my superiors were gettting shot
I let the war cries get to me
And all this time I couldn't see

Wait a minute I do think I have them
Infact they're increasing not decreasing
I guess my fear was implicating
That they might possibly
still be depleating

Whatever I guess theres only one thing left
I won't let this scarlet witch
She's just another race trading bitch
I'm gonna be the savior of our race
one fuckin day they'll fear my face

Cause This is the day after M
We'll fight to the mutah fuckin end
Cause we're just as good as all else
we'll wax you bitches and hang them on our shelves.
 

Suckadelic - "Ball of Evil"

Suck does GREAT music, instrumentals with lots of samples from TV shows, cartoons and movies, each song a different one. But I had to use this one from the movie "Heavy Metal" because I am totally down with Ulatec, and have spent my entire life questing for the Loc-Nar.

Lyrics:

Sudden Death - "Reign Of Error"

I found this guy on Usenet. He's a comedian. It's a great track, and totally nerdcore.

Bio: Sudden Death is one of the premiere musical comedy acts on the scene today. Fronted by comedian Tom Rockwell of New Jersey Sudden Death has become one of the most popular artists on the nationally syndicated Dr. Demento Show. Their song "Inner Voice" was the most requested song of 2005.

Sudden Death broke onto the scene in 1998 when "South Park Junkie"- the first song Dr. Demento aired about South park- became the 4th most requested song of the year. Since then Sudden Death has had several number one hits on the show including "Spam," a song about junk emails, and "Ozzman," a backhanded tribute to Ozzy Osbourne.

Sudden Death performs regularly across the country at music clubs, comedy clubs, and science fiction conventions. The live show features Tom Rockwell usually performing solo along with videos and animations synchronized with the music. The show often features costume changes, props, and even puppets. The end result is a hilarious show that goes over very well for a variety of audiences.

In 2005 Sudden Death released a new album called Die Laughing which features the songs mentioned above plus other hilarious original songs and parodies. For more information visit the official Sudden Death web site at www.suddendeath.org.

Lyrics:

Ultraklystron - New track, "Five to Nine" , and "So Long, Kids" (alt version)

"Five to Nine" became my theme song of the project as I struggled to work 10 hours (plus two driving), and then 6 or so on the compilation, seven days a week.

Bio:

Karl Olson first started writing music at age 10, most inspired by Alternative music. Around about age 13, he became interested in Electronic music, and while writing under the alter-egos of "The Stereo Logic," "Fun Confusion" and "CouZ-n Carl", he even managed to get a little attention for his endeavors in that genre (such as having a song featured on the Netherlands' Radio 2 program "A New Stage," and a request to use a song in an adult film, though Karl turned that opportunity down.) After a near lawsuit from a band with a similar name, Karl traded in "The Stereo Logic" for the name "Ultraklystron," a word that at that time was completely unique (though a Russian software crack group has since co-opted the name.) Around about age 18, he became interested in Nerdcore Hip-Hop via MC Frontalot and mc chris, a happy coincidence as only about a year or two earlier he had become interested in Japanese Animation, providing him with plenty of material for lyrics. After a few years of on and off work, he completed his first Nerdcore LP, Revision4920. In spite of the somewhat tepid response to the album (his remixes of mc chris and MC Frontalot have garnered him more listeners,) he's currently working on his second Nerdcore CD, OpenSource Lyricist, and he is producing and collaborating with Nerdcore/J-Pop artist Rai.

Software:
-Propellerhead Reason 3.0.4
-Audacity 1.2.3
-Sound Forge Acid ph1
-Microsoft Windows XP
-LiteStep Shell

Gear:
-M-Audio Audiophile 2496 Sound Card
-Creative Lab SoundBlaster PCI128 Sound Card
-Behringer UB502 Mixer
-Alesis NanoCompressor
-Shure AXS1 Microphone
-MidiTech MidiStudio 49-Key Controller
-PC Computer
--Intel Pentium 4 3.0Ghz (Prescott)
--ECS 848P-A Motherboard
--1GB RAM (512 x 2 Kingston Value-RAM)
--nVIDIA GeForce4 MX 4000 128MB
--NEC MultiSync LCD1560V+ 15" LCD Monitor
--(2) Samsung SP0411N 40GB Hard Drives.
--Seagate ST3160023A 150GB Hard Drive (In a USB Enclosure)
--Generic 16X DVD+/-RW

Lyrics:

Ch.
I don't need sleep / cause I'm making the whole scene
Atleast that's what I say / but that's just a smoke screen
I can't seem to find / no leisure or spare time
When I'm working that grind / of the Five to Nine
(repeat X 1)

v1.
Every single place / I'm seeing the same faces
Memory glitches / Rewrites and erases
Defining my self / Defaults to set labels
Creation of self / Is defined by these fables
Busting the same rhymes / and telling the same stories
This new audience / buys these alegories.
Though to me played out / and ought to be forgotten
My brain's exhausted / and slowly going rotten

And I gotta be cool / gotta act like a pro
Always witty with my words / busting a fresh flow
And you have not heard it / then it's new to you
And I know you've not heard it / and neither has your crew
So then at this convention / I'll give you a nice dream
Cause I'm too darn broke / to buy you an ice cream
And I'm a not a mecha / no rockin the eye beams
So I'll I spit what I have / until I hear the shy scream

v2.
Shooting pictures from the hip / while giving cosplay tips
Calling in news at clip / while taking crook'd sips
Of Vault and MDX / Recieving messages in text
Quickly jotting down notes / through caffiene effects
It's the burden of the press / though not everything's in ruin
Cause I even interviewed / Miss Jessica Boone and
I'd even say it's super cres / but my back is aching
My feet are screaming out / as my backpack's breaking

From all of the free swag / doujinshi by the bag
And that radical rock / known as the Aggrocrag
Free custom luggage tags / But I don't mean to brag
Cause all of this sweet stuff / causes my spine to sag
I'm not physically active / in my usual adventures
So even pro bono goods can / earn a little of my censure
Add to that the fact that at / the con I am a big spender
And suddendly I need help / from an Earth Force Defender.

bridge:
Yeah by the end of con / my intellect is all gone
Feeling like a zombie / Man I'm deader than Shawn
And though my crew of friends / is tight like Genshiken
When the con's at the end / I won't even pretend
Cause we're all exhausted / perspicacity's frosted
It's like we've been accosted / surprised no one's lost it
But we keeping rolling on / though it's not on dubs
This is the otaku style / we're rolling on fansubs

v1.
Just when you think they've hit rock bottom, they go still farther.
4Kids does nothing but make otaku life harder.
So I think I've gotta message for that Alfred Kahn.
Enjoy your company now before it's totally gone.

Look, it's not your fault that company fell apart
Would have thought that kids that age are actually smart
Don't they just make jokes about fowl things like farts
I mean honestly, who would think that they would have heart

Isn't intellect and wisdom supposed to be adult-only?
All kids should care about are bratz dolls and homiez
So right now Al, you're saying "someone console me."
Apologies and condolences, no will hold thee

ch.
You say it's for kids/but in fact it's for no one
Spend dollars and quid/to edit out every last gun
I think it's time to pay the price and time to repent
I regret to inform you that your goodwill is spent

(x2.)

v2.

I've got to protest ya - you mislead your investors
So if I didn't destest ya - I'd be letting you fester
We didn't need your money in the shoujo fandom
I trust you like the makers of the Phantom

With the shows that you have - you should be at the top of the nation
But instead that title goes the crew at FUNimation
You think your Danish Card Game is gonna be a Sensation
You must not understand the word oversaturation

You can't even pronounce your own properties correctly
So I'd never invest in you not even indirectly
Yes I said your company's a terrible investment
I recommend to all your stockholders permanent divestment

(ch.)

v3.
I know in the late nineties you were the the top of the neilsens
But now you're burning up like spacecraft with out shieldin'
And if you think that Ms. Doremi can provide you with healin'
Back away from the property and please stop squealin'

If you had better treated the anime that you were dealin'
Your investments wouldn't have stopped rockin and yieldin'
So Please keep to yourself all your selfish fantasies
I don't care one bit about your fall do to vanity

4kids is best swimming with the fishes and manatees
We need to put an end to this virtual insanity
At the time I'm writing this it isn't yet a reality
Make it Happen With Your Actions/Drive 4kids to Bankruptcy

(ch.) x 1.5

Wally Glutton - "In A Way"

Wally Glutton is the most recent pseudonym of Kyle Geske. During his BBSing years of the early 1990s, his alter-ego was Remus McGrath. When he discovered the Internet in 1993, he assumed the alias Way-K.

Kyle lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, but spent most of 2004 and 2005 exploring the world with his wife Shannon.

Kyle is a computer engineer by trade, and a philosopher/artist by heart. His passions include: music, language, programming, and design. The Noosphere fuels his sense of wonder, as he awaits the upcoming Singularity.

Lyrics:

image forthcoming

YTCracker - New tracks, "White Warrior (Chris Diss)" , "In My Time"

Bryce Case, Jr., otherwise known as YTCracker (pronounced “whitey cracker”), is a rapper, notorious former hacker, and internet entrepreneur. YTCracker began producing rap music in 1998 in the genre that has since become known as nerdcore hip hop. His early work mainly focused on documenting and amusing the participants of the America Online hacking scene. YTCracker is a self-proclaimed "jack of all trades", also making a name for himself as a professional disc jockey, computer programmer, graphics designer and webmaster.

In May, 2005, YTCracker released NerdRap Entertainment System, a seven song album. Six of the tracks had been previously unreleased. All of the beats on this album are original reworkings based on background music from Nintendo Entertainment System games. This album features a little something for every geek, from tributes to Surge, to introspective rhymes about the hardships faced daily by nerds across the globe.

Lyrics:

yea so I think its bout time that I threw down the gauntlet threw a little hot shit straight off the top shit 
just cuz you got a figurine or two dont mean you belong my scene fool I know computers I know my troopers I know i'm the king so call me soopers 
ruled these nets since I popped out the womb you get credit cuz you voice a cartoon? 
I dont think so bitch but I take it in stride and I think its time that our fans pick sides
 i could quiz you on every geek issue every wrong answer id have to hit you 
black and blue by the time it finished pop your eye then eat some spinich 
my crew out hack you dos attack you more importantly well out rap 
you if posing was a crime - then youre a crook dont even own a dragonlance book 
got a bit trendy - installed LINEux this aint charlie brown bitch his name aint linus 
the dxm got your brain tripped up and the shred in my voice get your ass ripped up 
fett dont finance he pays in cash cuz he aint broke like your dumb ass 
I score at will when I shoot at chumps every insult and their core dumps 
dont return fire im the navarrone ill snipe your utilities and hack your phone 
listen to my tracks I dont horse around leave your identity in lost and found 
take your high pitched voice and hit the road come back when you know the konami code 
your music aint worth charging for I keep mine free but itd sell out the store believe me 
- heard it more than once ur shits more fruity than a bag of runts 
if life is a bitch you aint her pimp im on top of the game like the goodyear blimp 
putting out tracks like the late shakur take my truffle shuffle with a little liqueur 
this aint the goonies but I represent chunk and I rep stacks like my beds were bunk 
on sealab they called you hesh they call me the cracker ill split ya flesh 
now I can finally watch the swim cuz I dont deal with the likes of him
and I aint scurred man the harvey birdman uphold the law of the mighty nerd man 
you might be the voice of the lesser census but true geeks know that ill knock you senseless 
ive been grinding and redefining this dg shit everytime im rhyming 
a track a day keeps chris away keeps him from leading these geeks astray 
show them the truth the total picture digital gangsters are coming to get ya 
the local cops and the alphabet soup cant even stop our fuckin group 
break in your box and take a poop if you dont believe us well show ya proof

big smiling - programming and handin these fans with unbeatable jams 
lets face it - im visually basic hand me a website and ill deface it
nig nogs on the blogs get a little butt hurt when im on the job 
how bout that? 
its ya boy ytcrack straight outta 98 still making stacks still strokin dimes yea the playersll hate and my drive stay hard they call me seagate 
aint a geek alive that done been where I been but i hope when im done its status quo for the win 
got groupies and they givin me their cooties im a software pirate but im up in their booties 
when im peer to peer spit some game in their ear my names ytcracker nerd life the career 
in my time I seen empires crumble in my time i seen snape kill dumble 
in my time I seen fools netstumble in my time i seen loud go humble 
in my time I seen bubbles burst in my time I seen hubbles cursed
in my time I seen troubled hertz and in my time I have been through worse 
cutie pi r squared and I came full circle dg from just doing the urkel 
and just like that I learned family matters spamtec still play like chutes and ladders 
myspace dgs yea they hacked out tom and these cats aint safe if they got a dot com 
just ask tila shell tell you the facts cuz ill leave you saying (my life has been hacked) 
they ask me where you wanna be in a decade? sitting on a beach sippin lemonade 
back to my loft and im sippin xo cruise the retirement home and pick up a ho 
browsing the internet on firefox ten downloading porn to my usb pen 
I guess some things dont ever change ya zz on top holding down la grange 
in my time I seen empires crumble in my time i seen snape kill dumble 
in my time I seen fools netstumble in my time i seen loud go humble 
in my time I seen bubbles burst in my time I seen hubbles cursed
in my time I seen troubled hertz and in my time I have been through worse 
got that sick box like ricky hatton bitch password protect to stop snitches from rattin 
bitch make a webpage and I plug in some latin bitch think it aint impressive? ask the bitches im chattin with 
still the number one alpha nerd I swing through dial me on the VoIP and my cell ring
too 2600 on the hall of fame dont even wanna know how I been hacking mang geeks 
in my time see this era embrace it we are the future and we gotta make it 
see an opportunity you gotta take it cuz these times pass quick and they quickly faded 
in my time just making my mark but I doubt youd ever see me 10 6 and park 
in my time still riding for yall big up the lil guy so his head sits tall
in my time I seen empires crumble in my time I seen snape kill dumble 
in my time I seen fools netstumble in my time I seen loud go humble 
in my time I seen bubbles burst in my time I seen hubbles cursed
in my time I seen troubled hertz and in my time I been through worse

ZeRoBiTrAte - New track with SashRa "Zelda", plus "Arkanoid"

Lyrics:

Nerdcore Posse - "Nerdcore For Life" - Posse Track - This was a lot of fun. A lot of work, but mostly a lot of fun. 13 MCs, 13 different beats. More nerdcore history in the making. It's sixteen freakin' minutes long!

In order of appearance: funky49, High-C, YTcracker, Beefy, Lil' Nix, Benjamin Bear, ZeroBitRate, Doc Popular, Ham-STAR, MC Plus+, MC Wreckshin, EggSkinWhite and Sir-Up.

Lyrics:

Lil' Nix

reppin' female MC's, Lil' Nix is my name
but unlike Carly, I'm here to stay
for all you newbies using vi or emacs
the only way I program is /bin/cat

Google, Google, on my screen
who is the geekiest rapper in the scene?
why you are, Lil' Nix, you're beyond compare
with your ruby red nails and your red-black hair

you watch a lot of shows, Funky, that's pretty tight
after a long day of coding, I relax to xeyes
hey Beefy, I, too have a confession to make
my photos are gimp and my mp3s are lame

load up Firefox but check the memory leak
you best bookmark this page in history
quick, back up your data and hit the road runnin'
nerdcore'll blow up faster than a factorial function
better than .NET cause we spit rhymes on key
a concerto for your brain, compiled by High-C

we're on a nerd tour cause we all need a tan
going to each and every school, USB mic in hand
Santa Clara, San Jose, Bangalore, Beijing

Doc Popular

I've got a nasty old collection of Casio's that need circuit bending,
Raise your hands if you know the feeling,
of the obsessive collector of obsolete and obscure,
I'm a comedy writer, a comics illustrator, a yo-yo pro, mouth harp afficianado
I'm Doc Pop, Nerdcore Hip Hop,
A term coined by MC Frontalot,
I'd never doubt 'cause I knew it was true,
But if you needed proof you could use wika-wikipedia,
I'm not an attractive man, or a handsome man but
I do what I can to keep the crowd eating out of my hands,
I've got a legion of fans, in the double digits
I've rocked beats for MC Obssessed with midgets.
I'm DJ Doc Pop now you've been warned
I grab the microphone and I keep the crowd warm
A rocket from the south like Warner Van Braun
Set the tempo, push the button and watch it go
Drown Radio now you've been warned
I grab the microphone and I keep the crown warm
I rocket from the south like Warner Van Braun
Set the tempo, push the button and now I'm gone

Eggskin
You a buncha fruity dudes, I started with fruity loops,
I ate fruit loops with an ice cream scoop,
Cause I'm so damn fat, forget the ph,
I'm a big boned soldier from the FLA,
I rock p.a.'s when the milfs ain't around,
I control the world with a mouse and my sound,
I've been around but ya just ain't heard,
Of the sickest mc hiding deeps in the burbs,
I use my words, to create a pallete,
Of information that sticks like cowlicks,
Don't accept as frolic, I'll get my froglock,
We can PVP till the dawn drops,
I got ESP, you're all pawn props,
I regen, with some mutton chops.
I be teh sex like direct x with my vocal effects,
I was meant to eat words like a T rex,
But I don't get no respect, cause I really ain't a geek,
I just freak the speak in ya eardrums deep.
They asked me to vent, I said up on this mic?
They said Ventrilo, I said that shit's for dykes,
So if you wanna fight, this better be a psyche,
Cause Eggy don't forget like he's riding a bike.