 It's the only two or two battle of the weekend as well, I love this tag team shit, came up it, always going to love it, MC's on my right hand side, first time teaming up in Don't Flop UK, they both the night of the day at the stage yesterday, Adam Pyramid makes a noise with Danger Zone and Chilla Jones. Besides, both be putting in mad work as to quote many people on our Twitter and social media, the most unlikely team of all time, both in the only right Don't Flop legend, Paul and Pedro, make some noise. Please make sure you leave your comments, send us a tweet, it's going to be up on the Americans, Chilla and Danger whenever they want, let's go. I said Joe, with rhymes with soul and Pedro, oh I don't know, throats get strangled, stomachs getting gutted from the closest angles, stomachs getting gutted from the closest angles, intestines floating dangles, roasting mangles, sending them home with hayloss, like hopeless angels, grave Jehovah saves you or, we can wait till they post the pay you, mode and blaze you till you so disabled, some amiss but most that graze you won, but a round of leave from holy is a toasted bagel. Now how's that for a zone in Jones debut? Let me guess, we don't amaze you, especially since you spit whack, to be honest, we didn't really write for you Pedro, we mostly wrote for this cat, so it's your pen versus ours. Pedro might as well sit back. Shit, we rep the blocks son, y'all really think, you're so racist, I bet you're afraid of any room that's pitch black. Bruh, if your bars got any lighter, we would freestyle shit rats. But we can't put torture, watch every punch that land turn and twist caps. Irv said to bring that to a lit match. Matter of fact, wanna know how to bitch slap a battle rapper? Well Pedro's in a video online that shows how to, man, he hit you so back the soul out you. But we had to rub that in off top, like Rogaine. Rogaine bars, but we had to rub it in off top, like Rogaine. Question, besides the mom jokes did soul right this whole thing? When you break down the lines, the shit you write is soul lame. This is easy, I'll dance in front of whoever's soul trained. Let's get back to that video though. Man, you ain't want no drama. You got smacked so many times by a fan it's like you was fighting Katana. Speaking of Mortal Kombat, I killed Sharon yesterday and said I'ma do so the same son except today. I'm changing bodies and snatchin' soul quicker than Shang Tsung. Game's fun, we trashin' niggas. They say we need a breakout performance, but if you soar, I assist and start rashing niggas. This is passion niggas. We fire and y'all whack. And before you even mention the squad, I say where your bars at. Long time coming. The shit was prophesized. It's too obvious if anything. I'm not surprised you're not surprised. I make some noise for R's perfect matchmaking. We nearly get in this shit organized. Let's all be nice to R. I think he's lost his mind. No man, I get swung like a conker line. His mum will get punched where the sun don't shine. Babbin' like your bulletproof, you battle Rhymes Palestine. Sharon fuckin' threw into you. Shut you down. No, I couldn't let a pussy through. You both die in R reign. These animals coming two by two. And I don't really care what your crew might do. You might not get moved by two white dudes. You fuckin' spell two times. Sleep with the bouncers on the pitch. We have to fuckin' break your streak. You gettin' burnt like cane in the Undertaker beef. Now go cry me a river like the Russian naval fleet. Patsay soul. Oh yeah, these fuckin' geeks always rappin' about the Patsay soul. But he's on Norb's dick. Beasley's nuts and smack say ho. He's the only wanted on the card. Because the Pats stay tone. So if he's got haters, chains and white girls, he's faggot got that black snake mount. Yo, yo, a castrate zone, leaving with a cracked face bone. Yo, if he didn't have my hood, he would have to take the back way home. He'd get jacked on the Pats main road. Yo, hey, make some noise for round one, man. Give it up for round one. That's what's up, that's what's up. Hey, chill and danger, let's do this. This is rightest block. Chill and danger, y'all. What we represent is simple. Chill and danger, y'all. See, they want us to get crazy. But I'm chillin' danger. They say chillin' danger, y'all. Well, in that case, once chillin' danger, y'all, y'all don't go see no chillin' danger once chillin' danger and chillin' danger, y'all. Pause. But we had a disagreement on this one, bro. Man, I wanted gun smoke. Cut throat. Rip out his intestines. Jump rope. No, no. What? No? It's not gonna work. Fuck. Well, that soul has one of his dumb jokes, or if Pedro comes with a whole round of mom jokes it's over before it's done, bro. Well, shit, man. Why don't you try some mom jokes? Usually my style. Okay. Put on a free style and try one, bro. Yeah. Go ahead. Hey, yo. Fuck you, brats. Your mom is a hunky smut. She wanted a steak dinner. She got a beef and broccoli lunch. What else, what else? Later on, we took it to the hotel. What? Made her suck our dick till her knees were black as a hockey puck. You wanna know what else? What else? We bent her over and gave her sloppy kinda donkey punch. You got more? No. Did I do another one? Yeah. Left her vagina aching. Right. Tired shaking. She was passed out in the bed, sleeping bare like hibernation. And I was waiting for you to show that you actually bow. North Korea. It's when we give them a dose and put a chrome to their cranny. Okay. Staveno. To Gatnick, a high flyer, fly higher. Mang it off that plain shit like a skydive. We in the ring punching back to bad nights like prize fighters. Why push that paper to the side, man? We ain't the type riders. Those that y'all whack, so before you even mention a squad, say where your bars at. Let's go. Right on. Both of them there is a bike ride on. Yo, yo, I'll pay tic-tac-toe with a white tiger. A split rat throws in a grime cypher. Okay. My big fat hose at Sidewinder. Back to get uploaded. You made them rich, boys. We coming out the vault on the arm like a pit boy. It's unknown, son. So this is breaking out the underground one-on-one. Oh, yeah. Rub your mum's yard with a borrowed gun. Then I go back to my yard and I'll cuddle mum. Both of them pussies with a punctured lung. Oi, chill out. This paper view was made by you. That's true this time, because Liam hit me up. I need a MacBook. Bring mine. I slice his apple out. Bro, this brand new slimline edit this battle on it. They got ran through quick time. My god. They have a stab-proof windpipe. Yeah. They're track suit skin tight. They're track suit skin tight. They're track suit skin tight. They're track suit skin tight. They're track suit skin tight. And Pedro's handing out sweets like it's Valentine's Day. So I give the two like a pattern in my play. So I give two flying fuss what East Fagus might say, brother, in the zone like Chilla Jones on Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day, they have a candlelight date. Your dad is my mate, and your dad is my... Just stuff the red beam shit like sideclubs. You only got those clips online. And now that Vine stopped, they saying this is right off. I'm saying this is right off. Death Note Netflix special. You're getting white water. Yo, yo, yo. You see me and Bobby Rex getting caught on crime watch. Fucks for a Thai box. Raid from your white socks when time stops, your rhyme flops. Let's go. Fuck, fuck. It's the second ride. Like you said in the first round, this match was a long time coming. I've been waiting to talk to you, soul. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. It's deeper than that. It's deeper than rap. I want you to talk to his soul. You know what's impressive? How you manage to like through lyrics and don't write for your rightful image. I don't like your gimmick. It got me tight, bro. But shit, I might go with it. It got me tight, bro. I don't like your gimmick. Here's what a smile switches from style vicious to spiteful vicious. And now I'm going crazy in this grill like a psycho dinner. See, my flow wicked. Mine's so giftic. See, top tears into now how I make him appear a mid like a Cairo visit. How you don't get it? Let me explain. That was a line meant to put you back in place like a spinal fix at a Cairo visit. Sorry, sorry. Nah, nah. Nah, bro. Nah, bro, dig it. I know I told you to talk to his fucking soul but what I really meant is for you to talk to his fucking soul. I got a question though. Yeah, I know where I'm going with this, right? What are those? Bro, no, those are fucked up. I said, yo. Oh my God, you're talking to a snake with dance out of those. If I played a flute out of those, wouldn't spit 22 twos with those. What were roots for those boots? Man, if we were going to war, you should call a truce in those boots. It looks like he's a troupe that goes on 20 mile troops in those boots. I don't know how you're recruiting those boots. I mean, it looks like you have to have the rest of the riders block group in those boots. What are you talking about? I think oops in those boots. Moose Cypher and Gemini. The DJ want to spend a record behind the ones and twos on those boots. It looks like you got bit on the loose in those boots. And y'all whack so before you even mention a squat they'll say where your bars at. Look, you called real dealer racist than that Ku Klux Klan member verse. But you two wrap lines about straps, knives and selling work and expect all of us to believe you even though you're defo nerds. Why? Oh, because you're black. That's the most racist shit I've ever heard. I put that man in an empty hearse. They sent me to the park. Every fucking verse that I check your words if you check shit to me by your chest will burst. Why? How dangerous? Wack is someone I've never heard of match the fire that I write. Bitch, behave yourself like Chilis Dodd his entire adult life. Yourself like Chilis Dodd is his entire adult life but I ain't addressing him now because he shook in the big battle. How you fucking living then and looking like his shadow. Yeah, I'm coming a bit raggle. Yo, your mum is a bit shallow. Yo, I'll be fucking a tits raggle. Slash up Jones and patch your nose like them patching matching Yo, how's Chilis always calling me out like I ain't that guy and then they offered him in battle he's like, paybacks, right? You just waste my time. I will slay man's ranks for trying to call me out and duck me at the same damn time. Yo, my bars are fucking bigger than your waistband line. They were waistband time. You don't get an 8 grand fine. For what? 19,000 views. My... Yo, 19,000 views. And it's us versus them from his peak now for you. And after that, something shocks. I will beat down that dude and after that I think it's about time someone learns how to spit three rounds and lose.