Celestial Edge by Hos Solo Intro/Chorus: Celestial Edge of the night, the call it Skyrim, Dragon filled Whiterun with fright, I’m gunna find him, Daedric on my back, attack, it’s time to slay him, Dragon borne slayer comin at cha like a Thunderstorm. Verse 1: I woke up in a carriage with some guy named Ulfric Stormcloak, Didn’t know why, but I was gunna die with one stroke, before it happened, a blast of fire came down on us, A dragon had blackened the houses right in front of us! Shortly after I’m grindin to get my one hand up, To raise my sneak technique, no eye before I stand up, I’m creepin and seekin loot, and then I realize, Skyrim might the place I’m gunna die! Oh my! Chorus: Celestial Edge of the night, the call it Skyrim, Dragon filled Whiterun with fright, I’m gunna find him, Daedric on my back, attack, it’s time to slay him, Dragon borne slayer comin at cha like a Thunderstorm. Verse 2: Wasn’t long before Companions made a wolf of me, became, so much cooler than Edward ever could be, Onto Pinemoon Cave, Vampire NPC, Wolf and Vampire Hybrid like Underworld, G! Too bad, so sad, the wolf, it’s got immunity, Collect the dust from the vamps for use in alchemy. Got my Dremora Lord in store for use to slice and dice, It’s your weakness that he smells, that should make you think... ½ Time: (Twice), so nice for me, when I found Firiniel’s End, If I shoot you one time, we’ll prolly never be friends, again, doing so much damage with daggers make you stagger when I stab ya, perk of fifteen times damage, have your head on a platter, when I slice you with my blade of woe, I’m leavin trails of dragon bones, wherever I go, Alduin, I’m comin for ya, Skyrim won’t be eaten by you, The Dovahkiin’s comin, so whatcha gunna do? Verse 2B: I’m a Thane in 5 Cities, Lydia is so pretty, glori- -fied pack mule, but a tank when I am needy, Keeps my house nice and neat, when she’s not in Dragon’sReach, Housecarl from the Jarl to the warrior elite. Bridge: (spoken) Greybeard: Your Thu’um is strong Dovakiin, but you are not yet ready... You must focus... Your NAME is a shout. Ho(s)-Shol-Lo To Hear, the Sun, and Deceive... Now, channel your Thu’um, and SHOUT! (breathes in) HOS SOLO! Verse 3 My patch, it is glitchin, backwards flying dragons and floating flagons, dis- patchin on every mission, the glitches I’m just dismissin, I’m fixin to change the defi- nition of a killin clinician, I do it every time with every single swipe! Someone tell me why random people wanna hire, me to do their every bidding, while I’m visiting their cities, They constantly conspire, maybe cuz of my attire, then I scare them with my candlelight, fright at night, oh my! Chorus with overlapping Dragon Shouts: Joor-Zah-Frul Yol-Toor-Shol Liz-Slen-Nus Su-Grah-Dun Laas-Yah-Nir Feim-Zii-Gron Od-Ah-Ving Fus-Ro-Dah (final echoes with thunder...)

Automaton Assault Intro skit script: A: I just finished up on the perimeter... EMPs are armed. Do you think it’ll be enough? B: It’s gunna have to be. We’re running out of time. A: Are we gunna make it out of here? B (pause) I don’t know... I just don’t know. Verse 1: Traps are laid, ready to hold the plague, marring our everyday, heads up on all displays, think it’s been twenty days, since I saw the sun come up, our lives erupted into catastrophic dismay. We thought that they’d, supplement our lives and make em better, instead they turned on us, using photoreceptors to intercept us every time we’d try to get by, now it’s a never ending struggle as we try to survive! Chorus: Was an instant infiltration, there was no negotiation, hit us hard at every station, there was no discrimination, too... many complications, broken down communication, Tell me what’s the motivation for the robot invasion? Verse 2: Recharged fully every morning when it’s early, sun rises in the east, from the east comes the fury, Laser guided rifles, lasers and phasers and tasers they use every tool to make us submit, and I admit Mistakes were made, crusades to end us every day blockades laid, seems we’ve overstayed our welcome on this planet, once called earth. Now dust instead of dirt. We cry out for help, but our screams are unheard... Chorus: Was an instant infiltration, there was no negotiation, hit us hard at every station, there was no discrimination, too... many complications, broken down communication, Tell me what’s the motivation for the robot invasion? A fixation on the automation, led to culmination of the end of our civilization cuz of impatience, no... chance of cohabitation, our limitations an irritation, the population removed by robot insurrection... Bridge Skit Script: (outside, running footsteps, mechanical sounds) Bot A: Alert, there are two humans making their way due east on foot. A: Go! Now! Bot B: Acknowledged. Unit 5, 7 of 9, lock on anti-personnel charges and fire. Bot A: Acknowledged. Moving to comply. Lock on in 3, 2, 1... A: (Arnold voice)Down! Get down! Do it now! (Explosion, falling debris) Hos: That was way too close! A: We need to find cover... come with me if you want to live. Hos: Wait... what did you just say? A: I said, come with me if you want to live. Hos: (laughs) isn’t that just... a little bit ironic? Verse 3 Plannin the escape, re-shaped what we take for granted Now that there are lives at stake, SO in high demand of breaks, that’ll shake, the invasion of the heavy-handed. Candid is the face, full of fear, from the mirror staring back. They attack... and so relentless, de -fenseless we lack weapons to end this, senseless collapse, mental lapse due to parallax, …perplexed, and the masses can’t handle that. Runnin from gutted complex into another shack. _They’re gunnin for us, dawn to dusk, from light to black. _ Can’t relax, grab a snack, sit back, fury’s comin from the east, gotta be ready for that. In my mind’s eye, on an island on the edge of time, _Rewind, sippin pints with a hint of lime, _now a leader or the rest of mankind, but as long as we can fight, we will never die!

Media Sickness by: Hos Solo Verse 1: Is your mind controlled? You been told what to think? Quoted all the polls? Behold! They are the finks, as they’re secretly winking at you behing nice suits they move you dupe you into believing what they claim to. Do you think for yourself? Or parrot talking heads who increase their wealth, with every single word said, they mold you, their agendas and biases unending, lending, no thought to ever speaking the truth. Do you think that Occupy has got nothing to say? Or all that the Tea Party says is anti-gay? That Re- publicans are greedy without regard for the needy? Or the Democrats are hippies, all for socialist gimme’s? I protest, this grotesque bias of the news, skewed far to the left or the right is the accused. You’ve abused the privelages granted to you by the Jews, the news now editorial, so rarely the truth. Chorus: My mind has got media sickness, inclined to self- ishness, can I get a witness, the masses are witless, defined by their “rightness”, and never u- nited, it’s time that we fight this, take back what is righteous. A country divided, so sadly near- sighted, so fully misguided, blind, leading the blinded, a handful at the top, call the shots elected by none, have we all become numb? Verse 2: Fox news has it all wrong, so does CNN, thoughts lost to the bickering, a ticking time bomb, in the end. The blast destroying the weak-minded, zombified clones of demented kindred tyrants. Our lines of information filtered hard before we view it, Scooped quick by the few, so they quickly can skew it, Like spiders spin their webs, the web’s even at risk, as the Watchdogs be watchin, waggin fingers, tisk tisk. They per- V2 cont’d: (per) sist, and insist their views upon us all, Bill O-Reilly? John Stewart? Rush Limbaugh? I’m appalled. You en- thrall your audience with quick quips of insistence. A hindrance to any compromise to end this Endless debate over who’s “right” and who’s “wrong”, Meanwhile, the problems are never getting solved, they’re just piling on the already bloody floor of the oval office, while congress get’s paid to take bribes from corporate lobbyists... Bridge: I wonder sometimes, should I support Anonymous, righteous, protests, results of the civil unrest, due to the useless acts restricting the arts of the masses. Another division, obvious, between social classes. If SOPA passes, riots likely to ensue. It’s time the “leaders” listen to the people they eschew, So listen up “leaders” , tell me whatcha gonna do, to pursue the answers that we all demand of you. Verse 3: I’m tired of the hindrances, lining every sentence with emphasis on change but denying all the substance when all we hear is nothing in the end we all need something to come to our defense, hear our voice and represent! We elected you to lead, you neglect to fill our need, we trust you with our money, you give in to corporate greed, It’s time that you listen, make a mission to position yourself in opposition to fake integrity! End Quote: “Ask not, what your government has done to you, ask what you will do to your government!”

Cactuar by: Hos Solo Intro: Here comes the Cactuar, back from the deserts of Maranda, Try to land a hit. I got the skills to outlast ya! Cactuar, I look like a tiny green swastika, Attackin ya with thousand needle blasts that’ll cripple ya! Verse 1: S-NES, from the fantasy six, poppin up from the desert where I turn my tricks into a blitz even Sabin can’t defend against, I gotz low HP, but yo I’m tough to hit, if you can hit this, spiny little misfit, it’ll be a benefit, this little midget gives a lot of gil kids, magicite plus 2 at level up, plus a summon if you’re lucky, yeah I’m plucky like the duck. Chorus: (Here comes the) Cactuar, back from the deserts of Maranda, Try ta land a hit, I got the skills to outlast ya! Cactuar, I look like a tiny green swastika, Attackin ya with thousand needle blasts that’ll cripple ya! Verse 2: 50MP for one or ten G’s, take out your enemies, yeah they all wanna flee, I make em plea for mercy, yeah I do it with ease, if Be- hemoth gives you grief I’ll leave it down on it’s knees. Onto seven, in the corel desert, fly in on the Highwind, Otherwise, take a golden chocobo and fly in, I’m countin down your doom, like I’m roomin with a Mayan Small in appearance, but in skill an iron giant. Chorus: (Here comes the) Cactuar, back from the deserts of Maranda, Try ta land a hit, I got the skills to outlast ya! Cactuar, I look like a tiny green swastika, Attackin ya with thousand needle blasts that’ll cripple ya! Verse 3: In 8, you can find me in the Kashkabald Desert, if you give a little effort, you can level your characters up, Nine had me lyin in the ground in outer continents, for- gotten til I counter, while I’m watchin out for Qui-na Ten had me chillin on the Bikanel Island, sidequest, a fight with ten of us, come find us X-2, was hangin with Rikku, Marnela the guide who sealed off those who wouldn’t abide to the laws set forth by the cactuar nation Mascot Dress-sphere, reward for the frustration. e- leven, well forget it, cuz that game kinda sucked, cross-platform, yes, but that wasn’t enough. Twelve, wasn’t really there, Flowering Cactoid, Thir- teen in Gran Pulse with alot of HP, JOY! My story it continues, don’t you ever disregard, the epic history of the The Mighty Cactuar Chorus: (Here comes the) Cactuar, back from the deserts of Maranda, Try ta land a hit, I got the skills to outlast ya! Cactuar, I look like a tiny green swastika, Attackin ya with thousand needle blasts that’ll cripple ya! Cactuar! Cast up some haste and shell, reflect won’t protect ya when ya hear my rebel yell, I’m the Cactuar! Enemy from ages past, enter into my desert, gunna feel my wrath...

Bad Hair Day by: Hos Solo Verse 1: Lemme tell ya little story near and dear to my heart, there’s so many bad examples, I dunnow where to start. Hard- core disregard for what’s in style, perhap_ssss con- sider my message delivered bold in all cap_sss... You’ve_got_bad_hair, someone’s gotta say it, might sound like a diss, but I swear it’s legit. You’ve got a shaved head (yay), but only one dread (eww), if you’ve got a shred of hope, gotta shed that doo... and you! You’ve got a mullet, 10-90, ape drape, like a redneck cape, your hair’s escapin from your face! You look like Chuck Norris, alot like Zack Morris, a torrent of dated forest flows away in disgrace. Billy Ray Cyrus and Macguyver homozygous, Business up front, party in the back, not stylish. Duck Tails... ooo wooo ooo! Don’t braid it! Rat tail’s a fail, yeah, socially abrasive... Sorry ladies, but a bob ain’t cute, and neither is a bleach blonde with the jet black roots, it’s a bummer when you got a butt cut, or a skullet, like a mullet, social plummet like an emo swoop. If you’ve got a flock of seagulls frolickin on your noggin better (mine mine mine) find yourself a barber. Falic Folicles are out man, Crimps? More like a cabbage patch disaster, from here on after, lay that style to pasture, (1 Measure Breakbeat) Chorus: Oh no, not another bad hair day... Done it this way for years, don’t know no other way... Verse 2: Now don’t copy Rihanna, stay away from Madonna, steer clear (Mr. DJ... Vogue...) of Lady Gaga, their styles? You don’t want em, got lines in your sideburns? You’re name’s A-nilla Ice, mice nest disguise implies you might have lice (ugh) Suff- fice it to say Kid-n-play’s mad days have surely gone away, just like teased up bangs, a milli- gram of sense says if you’re bald, just shave it! Or wear it like Picard, Patrick Stewart’s a pimp! Or Soul-glo, jerry curl, greasy geek sheik, that’s weak, get a faux hawk, and roll with me, but no frosted tips, or I’ll call you Seacrest, you’ve got no defense bro, you’re ugly condensed. A poodle perm’ll land you on Legally Blonde with Ammonium Thioglycolate you’ll look like the dog, or maybe Michael Bolton, Weird Al, or Lionel Richie, maybe MJ, or Bon Jovi, ooo! Or Kenny G! (1 Measure Breakbeat) Chorus: Chorus: Oh no, not another bad hair day... Done it this way for years, don’t know no other way... Verse 3: Oh no! Not a bowl cut! Time to get your top chopped! Beehive, streamline revive your design and lop the Trump comb over AND the white boy knap, oh snap! Not a Snookie Poof, I’m not down with that. OH NO, not corn rows, mixed with a fro! Now shave it off, maybe a Mohawk will go with the little that’s left, bereft of any style, I got it, dip your head in some acid and call it quits kid.... (1 measure breakbeat) Chorus: Oh no, not another bad hair day... Done it this way for years, don’t know no other way...

Meme Machine By: Hos Solo Chorus: (I’m a) Meme Machine and with my caffeine dreams, I’m throwin Quips at your screen like you never seen! I’m a Meme Machine. Keen , lean, and clean, make you giggle in the middle spittle all over your screen. (I’m a) Verse 1: Meme Machine, name of Derp or Derpett, got 99 problems out of 100 on my test, it’s a 1st world problem, 3rd world success, if you don’t like my meme, Alt f 4 to reset. Got teh Haters on my back sayin, “You’re a Nerd”, but my Memes are so sick they’re like “Ermahgerd!” Rick- rollin LOL cats like a Meme Wizard, but I’m better cuz I’m clever like Philoso-rapter. Impossi- BRU! My Meme level’s over 9 thousand! Giggle in the middle, yeah, my Meme’s get you howlin! Is that a Pedobear? Yeah, probably from Thailand. 4- Chan gave me warnin, now they’re battin a thousand. Took an arrow to the knee cuz I rock Nerdcore, I’ll do a barrel roll, Starfox 64! Fire- fox vs. Chrome, Hey, why not ZoidBERG? That feeling when “I don’t wanna live on this planet anymore...” (I’m a) (Chorus) Verse 2: Meme Machine, they all say, I want MOAR! What people think I do and really do is make NERDCORE! The cake is a lie, beware of Rule-34! You ruined my childhood, whatja do that for? Got the Rage-face, Troll-face, facepalm, facebook, Y U No get it Mr. Peregrin Took? One does NOT simply drink his own urine Mr. Bear Grills! Not sure if he’s crazy or out for cheap thrills, right FRYE? Futurama Marilyzed Legaljuana, makin quips, on a trip through Americana, Shootin all the duck face girls makin drama, got a linguist llama that’ll point out all of the comments up on yer Wall when you repost, share it with your friends, I’m the meme host, make it viral, I’m all IN! Memetic marketing, I’ll just tag on my Logo, and make sure you tell em that it came from Hos Solo! (I’m a)

Sesquipedalian by Hos Solo Intro: Sesquipedalian - Characterized by the use of long words... long winded. In essence, words, or the use of words, that are too big for people to understand. Verse 1: What is your distress? Are you vexed? In torment? Can’t find the right adjective to describe why you’re upset? Can you not express, the excess, of your transgression? Confess. Lack of intelligence apparent, no success. In retrospect your lack of study buddies makes you ugly when you speak. Realize a feeble mind is penalized without a- cuity. _by not hangin with the geeks, lack of hum- ility and mental inability indeed made you weak. Verbal technique sweeps the demographic, you’re static and vacant, habits forming peaks of medio- crity. Logically_one might try to better themselves, ex- ert to excel, _maybe even learn to spell. huh? Quell the lies, all of those to which you’re subjugated, that slang or text speech _somehow _can liberate us. I know it’s likely that you didn’t follow a word of this, verbal diss from Solo, vernacular whiz kid. Chorus: I know that I’m a little bit Sesquipedalian, I speak like an alien, to minds like Planarians. Frus- trated by arrogance, although it’s intelligence, I won’t denounce my speech by a dumbed down society. Verse 2: Reading is an aptitude creating attitudes that lead to opportunities, to achieve _proficiency in many things. But sadly, like lemmings into the sea, the geeks, they see them flee, on toward stupidity. In- competency and ignorance are not a life sentence, in fact, we’re gifted with abilities to create expertise, but lack the drive, and power of will to thrive, and cower until we die. Ignorance is bliss contrived by Those unstable, or maybe not enabled to grasp the concepts, so foreign, but never think to ask. The answers are easily found if one would just search, but ex- pect the worst, many not willing to research. Be- smirched our namesake, yes, the human race. En- lightened at one time, still discoveries await, but wait! Jersey Shore is on! Can’t miss another episode. Snooki the hero of those whose IQ is zero. Chorus 2: I know that I’m a little bit Sesquipedalian, I speak like an alien, to minds like Planarians. Frus- trated by arrogance, although it’s intelligence, I won’t denounce my speech to a dumbed down society. Pick up the pace kids, you’re losin the race gents, Ja- pan is innovative cuz they value intelligence, so step it up punks,cuz you sound like a you’re a bunch of dunces, you know that Solo won’t pull his verbal punches... Bridge: Girl: So I was all like, OMG! Like no way, right? I LOL’d like SO hard! (giggles) Boy: Yeah, heh heh. Like ROFL ROFL ROFL-copter Girl: So then she was all, like, “What’s your deal?” and then I was all, “Whatever.” then she was like, “Step,” and then I was SO over it, so I left. Boy: That’s hi-LAR-ious... Did you like go insane? Girl: Totally, Facebook got LIT UP after that! They were all Trollin and hatin but I was still like “Whatever.” you know what I mean? You know what I’m sayin? Boy: Yeah... dude, that’s awesome... So what do you want for your birthday? Girl: I dunnow, anything but a book. Boy: Facepalm! Duh, you already HAVE a book. Girl: I know right? Boy: So you know Keith? That geek dude from Biology? He showed me some kind of music called “Nerdcore” Girl: Nerdcore? What’s it sound like? Boy: I didn’t understand, like, any of it. It was like trying to listen to a reading assignment or something. Girl: Lame... Verse 3 I don’t blame the teachers, the task not theirs to bear, the burden of shame is on parents, so unprepared. Make a- bominable choices, then inflict them on their young, beat their kids to neurosis, then they call them a punk!? _This is not an excuse, yes, the cycle can end, friend. Choose rational thought, then, the healing begins, mends the fission configured to blister and hinder the whispers of the river that never ends, then we can be friends again! Three forms of the word their, and less of the word like. Go frequent a book fair, and learn to be polite. If truly you’re contrite, overwrite your damaged bites, that will surely expedite, leaving shallowness behind! And yes, I know at times, I feign superiority, due to my abnormality and inability to tolerate things, but I’m a geek, and truly, in the heart of me, I’m just yearning for acceptance from all communities... Chorus 3: I know that I’m a little bit Sesquipedalian, I speak like an alien, to minds like Planarians. Frus- trated by arrogance, although it’s intelligence, I won’t denounce my speech to a dumbed down society. Pick up the pace kids, you’re losin the race gents, Ja- pan is innovative cuz they value intelligence, so step it up punks,cuz you sound like a you’re a bunch of dunces, you know Solo won’t pull his verbal punches... Outro: Girl: It was like... intense, you know what I’m sayin? Solo: Intense? (pause) a coffee from Starbucks? Girl: Yeah, the most awesomest thing ever! Solo: I’m... so confused... Girl: You’re not very smart... are you?

Days Gone By by: Hos Solo Intro: Seems so long ago, might have been another life, All I had to do was grow, no pain, no strife, not twice thinkin growing old would come as a surprise, now I rise every mornin, in the mirror, some other guy. Re- memberin when I was little and care free, never had to worry when I took a pee on a tree, but now it seems that I even worry when I’m asleep, takin care of my family and makin the ends meet but I re- member... I remember... Verse 1: A: Saturday morning, build a fort out of cushions, watch my toons, in my room, was immune to affliction, playin Zelda always held a special place in my heart, the be- ginnings of a gamer, Gold cartridge was the start, it im- parted an adverturous feeling and I took part, stayin out after dark, slaying monsters down at the park, I em- barked on a quest __ I thought would never end, those times were the best will they come back again? Now the bills they pile up, all they want is my money, I look down into my cup and it seems it’s all but empty, rat race takes it’s toll, bosses cuttin payrolls, fillin pockets that are already full, but with MY money, honey don’t worry, it’ll be alright, we can make it, take my hand, understand, that together we can face it. _ Take a moment to remember better days cuz if you let it, it’ll slowly eat you away, better remember... Chorus: (Remember... those days gone by) I never thought that they would end but the time can’t bend back (Remember... those days gone by) I never thought that I’d forget what it’s like to be a kid (Remember... those days gone by) I never thought I’d reminisce about the time back when (Remember... those days gone by) Bring it all back, wanna be a kid again. Verse 2: Wasn’t one of those who growin up had it rough, both parents, lots of love, I had all of the above, was en- riched in the academics, top notch schools, not aff- licted by the pandemic others endure, and after- noon, I was picked up __ didn’t ride the bus, wasn’t rich but, I was always given enough, had to call the PS2 for Final Fantasy dibs, go hang out with my friends, then come home for some din-din Win-win, afterschool band made a love for music, _a-men, cuz my church brought me closer to it Now I’m lucky even if I know who’s on the radio, my head in vertigo, who is Demi Lovato? Though times are tough now, I try to stay proud, push through the dark clouds, to find my way out. _I take a moment to remember better days, if I let it in my brain, it reminds me of the pain I remember... (Chorus) Bridge (Sung): Though these times are hard, I pretend... that I’m a child again. Through playing games, and fantasies, I’ll remember when.... The times were easy, didn’t worry, and I was so carefree, my life before me, nothin to stop me, yes, I remember when... Bridge B: Those days are gone, gone forever away. The cards now dealt are the cards I must play. To- day, I’m thankful for the past, so many didn’t have, I know that there’s a future now that I alone can grasp. A task that I can fulfill, what will I make of it? Wallow in the guilt? and let it make me quit? Sit in self inflicted agony because ot it? Or push on and live and be what I’ve always wanted? (Remember.. the days gone by... oh... oh....) I’ll forever look back at the time, so alive, when my life, and my mind, it was totally mine. (Remember.. the days gone by... oh... oh....) The story never ends, new journies begin, keep the past close at hand, just like an old friend, and remember...

G4- Nerdsworld Spot 3 by: Hos Solo Verse: I see you’ve noticed a populace of nerds is on the A-list A- vengers at the top, a comic nerd’s best chance to ex- press the knowledge gleaned from all the reading Solo’s done, and it’s only begun, son, be stunned as we plunge into the worlds we’re creating, gaming, shaming all the noobz, Dude! It’s fame that we’re creating, see? I’m entertaining you! View the Drop down menu and observe the absurd who don’t heed my words, a world controlled by the nerds. Meet the geek sheik leader, reaching peaks of mystique The Nerdcore beatz, filling streets with the geeks! Forever- more... It’s a Nerd’s World!