 I'm a G in my ends, CB in the ends I'm a G in my, I'm a G in my ends Oi, my cat CC in the ends, yeah, Bangalore 2 CDs in the ends Okay, never been no G on the ends, don't lie, that's not a key, it's a bend Take the key to your bends, gone, not even seen in my ends Bye bye, I am not even known in my ends, that weren't me, there was a clone in my ends Oi, phone a friend, you alone in my ends, there's a buzz in the air, that's a drone in my ends Shut up, cause you're moaning again, next opponent I get, gets left in a hole in my ends I got a call from the godsets, stand back, these new rats crawling along You're scared, that's the difference, you're not bad in your area, isn't G in my ends, I might have a G for your friend, if you don't know me it depends Okay, we're back here with Bible number 7, one of the main events of the day It is the beat battle of the day, the only one we got on the card, I fucking love these We've got three rounds, non-judge, you know the score Make sure you leave a comment on the YouTube and a comment on the Viewpoint forum as well We've got two MCs that've been making some ill music the past few years We're gonna put them in the class, see what happens here for Manchester in venue MC on my right, hand side from Leeds, Don't Flop Veteran, my man Matta, make some noise Let's go! MC on my left hand side, another Don't Flop Vet, my man Press 1, make some noise As I said, we've got DJ Briggs on the decks up here, we're doing an old school No microphones, Matta's gonna go first We've got two 16s each per beat, is that what I'm guessing? One 24 One 24, perfect, alright, whenever the beat drops, whenever you wanna go Yeah, let's go Yo, remix my old shit, with a new flow and press break, salt to the ring like sumo Briggs, he doesn't wanna play fight, he wants a tombstone That's why he put a killer on the card like Pluto He's kind of full with the army like a Roman charge Hit you out, I know it like a Roman charge Keep it short, but deadly like bone apart Burn the bits like Joan of Arc Look, you ain't got the doosan on, be thinking that you're fresh press You don't carry weight, that's why you're always on the bench press You're just a cleaver, I know you wanna be impressed He thinks he's bigger than hip-hop, but you're dead press Came too quick, that's why your girl is now your ex-press I'm a Daily Mailer, left your ex-press I don't let it prove it, sort of wild like I'm French press Wanna run the game, but you're on your last leg press Let's get busy, I'm killing them with the flow Pick and roll, your bases are your wig and they're silly, no Here we go, I rock up when you're filming a video Mark out the whole cast like we did when the limb was broke down Think you're beating me, huh, so silly I killed Raptor on beating his own city Stolen when he broke up You don't want smoke when he's beating you Low Yachty playlist, no biggie Oh, what? It's peep for me when going through Heathrow But it's more bleep for you when going through chemo Hair like cotton should have grown out sooner Explains why you're always dropping low brow humour We raise our glasses to make a celebration If you raise your glasses, we cloak how weird your face is Done the bag of drugs and I took a week in it We're into his fur, he's in the buffer speed limit It's even that, we don't crack or a ton of coke Guillotine blows came in today to cut his throat Whoa, face looking like you survived the fucking show You've got four eyes but your third one is closed When I spot matter in this mic, it's like So you're in the dark matter You've got more than an hour and that makes me laugh Matter, cos now you're playing on them wings One matter Leading this year Yeah, yeah My team running shit Fuck some life insurance, cos you might need coverage Head shot, leave your piedreams bubbling I'll crush the crest like the Chinese government Yeah, who you fucking with Fetch the pound hook, get stuck in his head Like I'm selling out Bullets headed for your sweater now Soon as they boss fabric, they'll have to shut the venue down Running lines like Drew Carey Said you're close to Christ like you knew Mary Too Larry, who's scary, you spare me Clash V, you get fair P For the tooth fairy Your dad's got a kebab shop Looks like a detention centre Smells like a Sasquot All the cats and rats gone They pit a red killer against the pussy It's your last stop Piece of cheap garbage Soon as I spy the man, I unleash carnage So in his canines, but if he keeps snarling I'll cut his bark like a tree carpet You just don't want to be I've seen you gazing at the stars like astrology When you can't fucking go properly She got to check if it's in like go-line technology I need them batter out It's a shit one Music is shit, son You're up on the floor Out the what You're the fifth one Stop acting like my snap This plan will get injured Hat less, they swipe left Would you be browsing on Tinder What you doing up in Miami In this bout in an instant Cause I swear birds usually fly south for the winter You're gangster and you're fly That makes you Al Capone I thought you were safe until our proper watch Punch off the punch combinations Found my body locked And your cranium is shaped just like an alien The owl bars are played out But I don't believe in cage in the muck Seen it on film before Thought it was the worst plan You in here today's on long shot Third man looking like a puffer snitch But that's not keeping press away Cause he won't cool the feds Grab his heart straight out his chest Like Kalimar I love him screaming blue murder Like an avatar in an avatar Grab his heart straight out his chest Like Kalimar Gun kick me at the crowd like Katana Chopper play a tune like a Yamaha It's nothing to get this full smart These ain't glasses They're dual scops Looking too high in a new coat I guess the new Vaughn is huge nose And two for all big strap Shoot for in a dick like I'm holding a cod piece You're just proper weak I've got a gun so thick That it's throwing me off feet down Nothing's faded off that THC Nah, that doesn't look like weed to me Nah, I'm thinking crack man FPCP He's into rockin' ice but I don't see no Jesus piece And I don't give a flying fuck If he's bringing barn I'm bout to ODB Shimmy shimmy yah I handle the heck of the better than shimmy car Bringing a million ways to die Spinning me zidious friends all over the pier For mixtapes that plagiarise Illusionists that plagiarise And all the while I'm waiting for the plague to rise Alright, sock your empty weight in life The big JNF he left you with your ego sore And our showin' against fake I've never been so poor And we're a man, he's somewhere you're in the needs no more To fuck the white roses you ought to give a burn to your mum With a black rose to tell her That I murdered her son Bro, I'm grovin' in your last clash You're not left with him just to cook your fly around It's so far now It's far now Rushing roulette you ain't making it past the last round You're a weak opponent Leave your body decomposing Tryna fit him with your peers Leading even near the ocean You'll need the evidence you're weaker relevant And next to dialect you're silly like a speech impediment Flowing better You and Zendall really go together like a bad bad Now it's you and me who you got repped in your name But you're just beggin' it off soldier Like Remembrance Day You were better back in the day Now it's you and me who you got repped in your name But you're just beggin' it off soldier Like Remembrance Day So run your lips, so run your wings like bull cock Say that you're the next in line Well I'ma make this fool stop Any pussy trying to blow compones That you'll end up on my toes Neighborhood really cause my country's hitting close to home And before the sense I've seen that pussy It's been what I'm doing it for Cause he does it you at the door And I'm sure that this cat will hang