MICAH: Hey Ryan, wanna do a complementary compliment song? RYAN: A what? M: Complementary compliments - it's a homonym! R: Yo Micah, when I asked you earlier, you said you don't do that! M: No, homo-nym: words that sound the same but mean different things. Compliment with an 'I', complement with an 'E'. R: I don't get it. M: We just say nice things about each other, okay? R: Yeah, man, let's do it! CHORUS: Complementary compliments, it's a homonym, yeah, a homonym Complementary compliments, complementary compliments RYAN: Word though I should say ‘Words’, yo your lyrics got some spirit and they almost good as Lichen Throat Lichen Throat’s so literate so charming so considerate I dig each word that either of you wrote Ya got a soulful side Like Ominous Ride Add a Bucket Hat to that I’ve gone to heaven and died You’re like Governing Dynamics charismatic, enigmatic, I’m a symptomatic Sommersmith fanatic And lemme re-assert like Rob from Amersfoort You got those melodies so sweet I wanna eat ‘em for dessert You’re like Boffo Yux Dudes you’re so deluxe dude you funny and you money and you cute Micah, your music, it hits me right here From ear to rear like Temnere Ya got wisdom and zen Like Glenny and Glen I’m a church of Micah clergyman, amen CHORUS MICAH: My friend you’re too kind They way that you rhyme It’s plain to see that your genius is the through line I mean Ryan, hey Here’s what I’m tryn to say: You’ve got such clever lyrics, I thought you were Brian Gray I know you know it’s true Depth like Zoe too And I’m just glad I’m here for you to get to show it to Your humility belies your nobility You’re standing royally tall, just like Boy on the Wall I know you do this for a hobby, but you’re hot like wasabi And you’re pretty and you’re gritty like Good Guy Sojabe Classy, like Edric Haleen in a monocle With vocal harmony so clean, it’s Cybronical The judges can’t agree on the diff’rence tween you and me The parity in quality is right there in the score schism A math’metician with some excellent vision could tabulate a race this close - Where’s Jocko Homomorphism? CHORUS M: Aww, you really mean all that? R: Every word. M: Me too. Thanks buddy. R: Thank you, Micah.

Robert C. Matheson: Hello, It’s me I used to be "BucketHat" Bobby It’s high time that I confide That I’ve been getting sloppy Yeah, The last ten years I’ve not been near As productive as I should’ve been Never dropped an album, never found fame Tryin’ to find myself, dropped out of the game A short-lived career behind the small-screen, But I Haven’t made a video since 2013 So lately I’ve been thinkin’ that I might officially hang up the BucketHat. “BucketHat” Bobby" Hold up! What’s this? You’re saying you wanna quit? Not if I have something to say about it. Man, you’ve still got what it takes Don’t make a fateful mistake You never quit, you just were taking a near-decade-long break Remember “I hate the moon”? That was a pretty good tune, And you can do better If you just don’t let your Self-consciousness fetter creative endeavours. SO! Stop over-thinking and go. Be true to yourself and ideas will flow. Keep on reaping the seeds that you sow, Stop with the sobbing - get on with the show! Robert C. Matheson: Yeah, okay. That’s easy for you to say You’re young and inspired, But I became tired, And that’s when you faded And I became jaded, No, it’s not as easy as it used to be There’s so much out there it gets hard to see can’t find the forest for all of the trees, But you used to do it so naturally. Now We’re out of sync and I’m starting to think that I had a good run and a whole lot of fun but maybe I’m done. Maybe I’m done “BucketHat” Bobby: Stop acting like we’re not the same You were never in it for fame Stop the self-hate You’re still pretty great You’ve got a good job and a house and a wife I didn’t expect you’d get this far in life. You're just an older and wiser version of me You never lost your creativity I've been in your head the entire time Tryin' to break out from the jail in your mind Just have some fun, Make something dumb I ain’t going anywhere- we are still one!

You're so much better than me. Tom, Tom, you are the bomb Slide me some of that shit you’re on You bring the noise, but not the dram A Keep it cool, just like your mama The dopest rhymes, the ill-est boasts It’s why we all love you the most You spread your flow from coast to coast From post to post like colin Jost You warm me up like a slice of toast You’re wholesome like a bowl of oast We’re family, like cosa nost Ra Sicily IT’s plain to see Nothing comes between you and me Evidently what sets you free And he and she and l’il ol’ me You will agree is how you be Dropping your rhymes incredibly Making the world heed your decree Like a maxi pad, you must stay free To be the G you need to be Hey man - you're one of the best. Everyone else needs a bulletproof vest for the rhyming couplets you always display With a positive message you make someone's day You're mind is like a viper - your brain doesn't rest You're always picked first - don't need a screen test You're Always Crazy - just like a fox. people got you pegged then you think outta the box just keep 'em guessing - you're a paradox Everytin you do is unorthadox. So now let me do you a favor Tell you that you must never waver Keep on bringing us the flava You’re a savior never braver You’re dope and phat and that is that Your head shines so you wear a hat Throw down the rhymes in nothing flat And lean right back cool as a cat You got the jokes and pokes and strokes Bringing joy to us humble folks Wrap us in laughs just like a cloak Punch lines solid as an oak Sucker MCs compared are really wack You cut, they look hemophiliac Bleeding like they had a heart attack You eat ‘em up just like a snack Al - I say you're much too kind and now you've put me in a bind For all the tunes you're the mastermind with a few of my lyrics intertwined We’re uncouth - unwise – unrefined lets drop a beat and just unwind. You're not a true rapper but it doesn't matter One word from your mouth - other dudes are shattered from your style and your grace and syncopated patter they hear your dulcet tones, then they all scatter Those suckers don’t know they’ve been played They’re splayed and flayed by the beats you made You blow up like a hand grenade Your rhymes cut like a hunter’s blade You played them like an old arcade Cause you throw shade like a sylvan glade And though they prayed send you away You live to toast another day That’s when you will come to collect Cause you connect and are direct Before you I will genuflect And send you all my true respect You're so much better than me. Look inside you will see You're Tonic for Middle C You're so much better than me. You're so much better than me. So cool like a manatee A warm breeze next to the sea You're so much better than me.

<DAVE ROUND 1> I’m a father of three little 'mini me's I'm Proud of 'em all but let’s let two of 'em be and talk about you, Tim -- What can I say? I’ll stick to what’s true cause I made you that way I mean, you’re nice. No—really—you’re nice I made your mama have twins 'cause I wanted you twice. You’re emotive—you’re in touch with your feels Don’t be embarrassed about it, I’m just keeping it real, I could say it again, we all know it’s true When the honeys need comfort their boyfriends tell em be with you I don’t know how you do it without being smug I saw a girl drive across town — just to get a hug There at the game store I saw your fame, boy The honeys cling to you just like white on rice Hell, You *must* comfy, 'cause DAMMIT! You’re NICE! <TIM ROUND 1> Your rap was nice, and good things come in threes, So I’m glad you got to experience the birds and the bees, You said you’re keeping it real? Well I’m keeping it tight, You’re the one who taught me how to be so chuffing polite, And all the ladies have to ask “How’d you get so rad?” I tell 'em how I got my skills from my incredible Dad, You give me more credit than I think I’m worth, How about we move along to your second verse? <DAVE ROUND 2> That's enough about me, let's look at your talents When they're all laid out it'll tip the balance You're no stranger to music and the SpinTunes world (and those trumpet-playin' lips might explain the girls) In academic circles you've gone farther than me You got the paper to prove it, with your art degree But forget the credentials, it's your skills that are graphic If you put em on a billboard they'd stop all the traffic You write your own games, you're the Gameboy Kid And you never lose The Game, like Spin just did. And your vocal skills--? I'm not tryin' to be braggy But you'll get a Scooby Snack if you hit me with some Shaggy <TIM ROUND 2> Like zoinks man! That would really hit the spot! Like your home cooked meals that you make in a pot. As for my knowledge of music, well, I guess that’s true, But like that drug commercial “I LEARNED FROM WATCHING YOU”, I know I could show off with my fancy degree But I’m a few years off from being “smartest Leigh” It’s one thing to stop a car dead in the road, I could never create the things you make with code. You're a wizard with games, video or board, Forget dungeon master, you’re the Dungeon Lord, You used to read me stories that had funny voices too, So you can’t give all the credit to Scooby Dooby Doo.

(A'right then.) (Gie's the beat!) Sittin' doon tae the mic isnae what gies me The Fear. If Ah didnae want tae dae this guess what - I widnae be here! The sang is aw' that matters - an' nothin's aff the table. So when it comes tae rappin', hey, Ah'll dae it if ah'm able. Ah've sung - collaborated - wi' the best the net can offer, an' rattled the patter and battered doon a Song Fu Master. So if yer sayin' Scotsmen cannae rap - then Ah'll be brief - Keep throwin' oot that garbage, ye'll be playin' wi' yer teeth! Ah dinnae mean tae diss ye, cos that's really no' mah style. Ah'd rather jist sit doon an' hae a blether fur a while. But if yer view o' Scotland's Shortie Tins an' Heelan' Coos, then mibbe ye should haud yer wheest an' listen tae the news. (If ye kent aboot this country then yer heid wid start tae birl, cos Scotland is responsible for whit you creh The Wurld - Logarithms, Hypnotism, Television, Penicillin An' disposable contact lenses tae help ye wi' yer vision... ... an' that's only fur starters.) (Chorus x2) The World can be so dark when old pretenders try to blow out the flame. We need our independence, that's when we'll see Scotland's light shine again. We gave ye colour photographs, kaleidoscopes and fridges The braw MRI scanner an' a trio o' Forth bridges. We first tae clone a bonnie sheep and mak' pneumatic wheels an' Mike Oldfield couldnae hae his bells wi'oot Tubular Steel. But as fur me, Ah'll no' pretend tae be somethin' ah'm, no'. Ah'm a fair tae middlin' sangwriter - mah pals a' ca' me Joe. Ah'm merried tae a fancy lass, ah've got a bonnie daughter, an' ah'm lucky insofar as I'm a wee bit children's author. Ah've climbed aboard for Alba and tae better shores we're steerin'. The years o' tears an' hellish fears are a' but disappearin'. It's awfy hard tae fathom that some fowk jist wullnae thole it There's no' much Ah kin say tae that -except- they must be glaikit. We're liftin' up oor voices an' we're hopin' that ye hear them, an' tell iz - What's the bather wi' us lookin' fur oor freedom? Understand, the land we stand on should be free like ony ither. So gies yer hand, a man's a man, and each man is yer brither. (Chorus x4 to fade) The World can be so dark when old pretenders try to blow out the flame. We need our independence, that's when we'll see Scotland's light shine again.

Jo You’re up at dawn, most days before the sun Heading into a job before the day’s even begun Y’put on a mask to wear the whole day! Working for a doctor and earning all your pay To cover all your debts, from your college and your ex Stuck in traffic both ways Is not the end of your days No rest for the weary Even though you’re feeling teary Don’t know how you do it dearie But I’m really amazed Liz 12 years old and thought I was grown; AOL messenger I was in the zone. Mama was watching just to see That nobody bad was messaging me 16 years old got a job got a car Mama tried stop me I was going too fast too far 18 years going to be a mom on my own Mama said I'm here you won't do this alone. You you you you you Are so amazing You you you you you are so amazing Jo I tried to be a mama bear, defending you and Ed I thought you’d be a bear I see you a tiger mom instead Just like when you were younger defending kids when off at school The bullies learned to fear you- and the football team did too! You won’t be pushed around, though it’s meant we’ve butted heads You’ve always fought for the underdog Supported those in need Given from your heart Played it smart from the start When I would have fall’n apart You never stumbled in the fog You were determined to succeed Liz Yelling and screaming it's me against the world Mama stood behind me cause I'm her little girl Through your own pain, trapped in your mind You got us all through it even when you weren’t fine You think that you’re unworthy You think that you’re in the way But mama I always needed you I just didn't know what to say. You you you you you Are so amazing You you you you you are so amazing