Internet Superheroes DLC 1: The Return of Captain Dope

by Joey Zadjino & Mashup Maloney

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INTERNET SUPERHEROES NOW HAS DLC FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE OR DISPLEASURE. NAME YOUR OWN PRICE. WANT IT FOR FREE? PUT A 0 IN THAT BOX. DONATIONS ARE SPLIT 50/50 BETWEEN JOEY ZADJINO AND MASHUP MALONEY AND ARE ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED.

WE LOVE YOU ALL.

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released 22 February 2012

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Track Name: Never Stop Winning
We're going out for a fight
I'm taking fakes and breaking legs of emcees grabbing the mic
In the night, headlocking dudes and slice their throat with a knife
Then I drop em to the floor, I'm the type to fuck up your life
I'm like Darkwing Duck in the future, I'm hella scary
Rappers know that facing me is suicide like hari kari
Stepping up to me? That's honestly very daring
I ain't impressed I'll break your neck in public with many staring
They're saying "he's something!", my raps are fucking disgusting
Like dubstep, I'll wreck your speakers when my songs get to bumping
I'm conducting a sickness symphony you're welcome to be a part of it
'Cause I'm probably one of the few nerd rappers who's still got heart in this

You think you're brave? I can bet that I'm braver
I never take it back like I borrowed my words from the neighbors
You ain't heard I'm the greatest? You'd better get somewhere safer
'Cause these bangers will leave your life in danger

Step back, Joey Z's on the attack
With sick raps on DLC, know we're bringing this shit back
Me & Mashup be beastin you rappers speak and start squeaking
We are your internet superheroes and now our power's unleashing and so you'd better step back
Lord Z's on the attack
With quickness rip this sick shit 'til I tear it in half
Me & Mashup weren't finished our quest is only beginning
We are your internet superheroes and we'll never stop winning

We're proper beasts and you can peep us on the e
We're internet explorers but probably a lot less obsolete
We're here to be the very best like nobody has ever been
So you're with us or against us, let the battle begin
We're not the type to wear some Guy Fawkes masks
Fuck being anonymous, I'll show my face and put you on blast
I'm like a forest fire that spreads across your facebook status just to engage in debates about whether or not I'm the raddest (spoilers: I am)
You know I got these rhymes like a nursery
Kids singin along while their parents are probably cursin me
Being less than the best ain't something that has occured to me

I'm hotter than the angry sun in Mario 3
Hotter than I made your mom out to be on ROGT
Hotter than turning off safesearch and google imaging Princess Peach
Hotter than Solar when you're playing Star Fox on your 3DS
I'm tryna be the best, and rap between these breaths
Eliminating these rappers 'til there's only me let
Lets face it, you don't like me
'Cause I didn't come out to the came dressed up in a pocketed white tee
With a nerdy gimmick and some kind of a funny voice
Instead I decided to rap good and I've yet to regret my choice
Still tryna perfect my voice, and make my rhyme schemes tighter
Still tryna write that chorus that'll bring up a whole sea of lighters
I'll fuck up a whole sea of writers who wanna pretend that they rappers
Take on anybody, any age, it doesn't matter
Better take em to Lavender 'cause they ain't fainting they perishing
I'ma keep going hard 'til I die... #DavidCarradine
Track Name: Bombtrack
I say welcome to class as I put on my sunglasses
Professor Zadjino's the name, and you're highly unlikely to pass this class, it's sad
This is classic rapping 101, and I shouldn't have to teach this course, 'cause I'm way past having fun with it
The fact is rap is rapidly falling apart all around me
Nerd rappers spittin disastrously bad, and it's always so astounding
They don't notice that they're sounding ridiculous, spittin shit that I'm gettin sick of so I start with the hounding
Emcees mad 'cause I just keep on braggin the best
And it'd be clear just why I do it if you sampled the rest
Take a look at these dudes and it's plain to see none of em passin the test
If you hassle the ref, I promise no one'll handle the mess
I battle for jest and I still win, still rockin it undefeated
For months proceeding to run this rap game I'm practically unimpeded
Got these emcees droppin tracks on the daily abruptly ceasing
Double-dealing in their lyrics, and I just write what the fuck I'm feeling

I'm more than a rapper, I'm an angsty pretentious artist
So angry at those around me, rarely finishing what I've started
Trying to balance between my passion, my sanity, and now my college
But right now I'm simply rockin it, droppin these bombs of knowledge

Or maybe I'm just waiting 'til I grow out of this
My life is like a multiple choice and I just keep guessing
I can sit in class all day but I probably won't learn a lesson

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who's even trying
These days it seems like emcees are rapping in the back with their seats reclining
Leaving writing behind, no revising their verses with stifling timing and poor rhyming that only seems to come out at the end of their lines (LEARN MULTIS YOU STUPID ASSHOLES)
Rapping about being lyrical isn't lyrical
I'm not even lyrical, my lines are more like a lyrical satire
A running gag where the punchline is that I'm not much of a rap writer
I used to be writing shit for kids who covered their eyes in a bunch of black eyeliner
But this scene is filled with a bunch of sackriders
Who hop on your dick, but in the next minute forget like they've got Alzheimers
You rappers are inefficient like public hand dryers
I could rap like half a bar and I'd still stand higher
Release my hype tracks by themselves and they'd still sound tighter
Now everybody's trying to leave 'cause Z looks like he's gonna start a house fire
With his mouth wired, still spit so vicious that critics are like "Slow down tiger!"
I don't need critics to put me down, I'll just hit up an ex and get denounced by her
Track Name: Fine Dime Smoke (Don't Breathe This)
Everytime I rap, know that it's preceded with a "FINISH HIM"
Spittin grim, flip the switch and suddenly the crowd is all interested
I'm causing hella friction with these rappers who are triggering my rage with bars so ill-equipped I got em so they're finna quit
My prose is so pro yall slow-bros can see I'm wreckin shit
My flows are so dope yall want the title I'm protectin it
It's effortless, got reverence, my raps are so obstreperous
My endurance is endless, try and fly this high, you're featherless
Measure it, it's clear to see that Z's on some next level shit
And deference is due to Z, denying it is treacherous
So sick on the mic, got people thinking I'm a specialist
You need a verse that murks your beat? Best hit me with some messages
My name's Lord Zadjino, I grab a beat, attack it so the fans are all confused 'cause usually I wouldn't rap this slow
And after shows I grab a coke and hear the people ask for more then laugh and choke and die slowly backstage behind a rack of coats
Just kidding, but that'd be pretty funny
I'm getting money but not a lot, assume it's 'cause I'm pretty ugly
Pretty much leave really bloody rappers, low chance of recovery
Like Luigi on 64 I gotta hit em with the Up+B
Slow dancing with lovely dimes and it's implied that they're the finest
Shouts out to Luke Jensen I know he likes it when I rhyme it
People got it all wrong, I'm not bout nerdcore reviving
I'm here to burn it all then make art out of the smoke while it's rising
Track Name: 16-BIT SWAG (feat. Niggalus Cage)
Niggalus Cage:
Fuck a hashtag, I'ma say this shit plain so you understandin me
Niggalus Cage got tha swagger thats droppin kids like Casey Anthony
You hear a dope rapper on the net? You know it has to be
NC the highest finest it's the stoner rap masterpiece
Every time I lie my stacks increase it's like I'm Swag Pinnochio
Yall angry at Niggalus sayin he ain't earned the braggadocio
Faggot my swag could overthrow emperors, snatch their overcoats and drape em over my shoulders so I stay warm while I smoke the dro
I broke the quo, my rap style is almost over-dope
I'll be the first nigga on the planet to die from weed overdose
And ascend to being the god of the dank with swag ridiculous
Niggalus hittin this track about as hard as he hits a spliff
Little whiff probably knock out the biggest stoner you're friends with
Ain't ready for the big leagues you're better off waiting for the next shit
'Cause Niggalus drive the best whip and Niggalus smoke the bestest
Look at a timeline of the rap game, Niggalus what it ends with

16-bit swagger the competition don't matter see people talkin about us everytime you drop on a chatter
We got that 16-bit swagger

Joey Z:
I got that 16-bit swagger
Unlike the radio I ain't about to rhyme with Mick Jagger (OH GODDAMNIT)
Disregard that, you other rappers is far back
Got these stacks of cash so large I could probably fill a Sarlac pit
Yall goin broke like grandma's bad hip
You wanna make a tracklist? Then Joey Z's a rad pick
I'm like Raditz if he didn't suck you faggots havin little luck with battles
I'm undefeated 'cause my raps are made of radder stuff
Swagger tough... #IvanDrago
Rappers want my swag but they're stuck with just sighs and sorrow
People tryna tell me this braggin is all uncalled for
But yall sore I'm swaggin with tricks for yall to fall for
All four the rappers you listen to ain't as good as me
I'm a hip-hop artist with fans who don't like hip-hop and it's confusing me
You guys missed the point, I'm not that interested in nerd rap
You'll understand the swag and my influences once you've heard rap

I'LL FINISH IT LATER