 Yo, welcome to Checkpoint 4, we are here, Concrete Insured It, we have reached the ultimate main event of the day, it is the official Don't Flop title match, please one more time in the venue, make some noise for Don't Flop. Hit us up on the social medias, they're all on the screen right about now, a couple of shoutouts, shoutouts out to Mary Jane UK, you've seen me rocking it right about now, if you find it on the snapback please go on Don't Flop shop.com, the link's on the screen. Also huge shoutouts to Camden Brewery for sponsoring this event and of course shoutouts to Concrete Space in East London for having us out. Okay, straight into it, this is the once only a year happening annual title match, no idea why I'm working on that. It's going to be great, first MC on the right hand side as we introduce always, he is the challenger, an absolute beast in the ring, my man shocks the ring. Left hand side, the second Scottish battle rap veteran on the stage this day, also a crazy lyricist, one of the best and oldest battleers in Don't Flop, my man Sol, make some noise. Not even knowing any of their bars or hearing any of the spirit, this is going to be our highly contested match, so please make sure you tweet us all your opinions, make sure you join the Facebook viewpoint, Don't Flop battle rap forum, drop all your opinions on this clash. And one last thing, shoutouts to everybody that supports Don't Flop and buys the paper views, because without anybody buying the paper views and coming to the events we couldn't do this year, so thank you very much. Shocks as he's a challenger is of course up first, we have seven judges, seven very good and very unbiased judges, whatever you want, check point four, the final battle of the day. Let's get straight to it, I am ready to walk in your shoes bro, I mean there's doubts in their minds you know, but today I came to remove those, because they're bringing to wrestling with whether I can undertake a match like this, give them a true show but I'll earn due on the way to the ring and they're shitting at him with a tombstone, boy I'm full time. I'm too cold, three rounds of flame in this clown, there'll be a shift in the boss of your wicks coming off either way, I'm taking your crowns to get the breaking me down for the street took, for this one I'm putting down those flames, you're still gonna kneel, my arms strong and stepping on that rock made me a household maid. It's a shame all I'm doing, you'll say soul is shaking, you couldn't handle it, when shucks got at him soul is taking, if making strings of one bar multi punches makes you special, I'm a freak show, I control them up, Gambino's, he knows my name followed by Green, Celo, I catch cases on rotation, he throw, cross the line and get voided, three throw, two legends, got heat covered, the Nero on Pacino, for giving me the, two legends, got heat covered, the Nero on Pacino, for giving me the boss side, I have to leave this shit looking like Devo, because I put up with this virgin like Tevo, that shit ain't hard. That punch you swung when Jefferson lost face, still you got banned from the league because violence on stage is something the boss hates, but then you came back and became champ, it's like they gave you a hot plate, you let this gas trick by a pasta bank because you couldn't stomach the loss way. I came for a change, and I came to flame on Sunday, you know when's the son of Sam Cook a change gone come? I've been here for 10 months baby, it's over dude, because you don't really do what a champ is supposed to do, see this right here, Mark Wolberg premier, get a clap for the shooter, last time I was entertained by a great Scott, watch back to the future, do your work. You ain't earned this shit in the least, you like Hank McQuaid, because your daddy had to plant a seed to turn you into a beast, I mean your first three years battling, your first three years battling, nobody fucked with you, I ain't even been battling three years and I'm standing in front of you, that was my day. That was my day. My day went mandate. Done the apron, then put one on a knuckle like a mason's handshake. We could do 10. You want more email than a man drink, but my whole camp fire, so raise a toast. I've been spitting flames over bread to put this target on the wings. I had to spit fire that went plain overhead, then chop bombs to spin my ally on his axis because this chopping block made for your head jet. So you can see how sharp my axe is because execution is everything. My punch count, Shakespeare is what I've done, can murder a scar. It's nothing to kill the king. Since you want to play with a curse on me, hit hard with those. The mother of the story. Well, you should have been careful which craft you chose, so go ahead. What the fuck? Go ahead. Pretend to be clever. Spit your phony verse with flair. Tell the man you're going to storm the beach of Normandy in 43 and be the only person there. You're going to say I fucked up the hangman reference. Like it was pouring, it was shuddy. But a fishing killer's don't waste time drawing on the body. She probably mentioned seventh birthday. On stage, you lost it, soldier. You look drained, cleaned out, didn't deserve to serve caustic soda. Your career went so far. Then soon as you acted gang star, cool, more hate, and solar. All those robberies you got away with just to die asking for smoke like Omar. Those bars ain't something I spit for your respect. Let's see how much you love the wire when it's twisted by your neck jet. Beat this. My end game, let's throw. I'll pay a younger of 50 to slash your throat. That's a fucking death note. So let's go. Just know I don't spit the string shit to diss you. It's because I've got a photographic memory. So as an artist, I can only draw from what I've been through. Now it's your time to die. You've got an animal in your boat. Life a pie. I'm trying to leave an animal in your boat. Life a pie. I'm trying to leave behind the life of crime. I guess it's one good deed for another because the tie was mine. What champion's supposed to do? That's good. Don't even try it, bro. What? Rinse every contender till they have to scrape the barrel to find me once. That's a good one. There's some shit we need to get addressed. Yeah. About my third title match in the level set for the next contention. Shit, I've been defending against these plebs and every weapon that gets to step in saying they next stop till they get crushed. You better tell them. I write a madness. The pad is reminded. The pen is sectioned. Psychiatrists have to wake up inside like Evan. It's this time. It's this guy. Till they get rejected, then forget them. Quick is my 27-11 in any sentence with any henchmen, tenor, penny, beggy, cretin, URL clones with less aggression, thick-sucking, roster-filling, the next ascension, the Jenkins-Demmon, and you can know that the road to hell is paved with the best intentions. Let me simplify. Getting this shot must be dead depressing. It's more a compliment to my dominance that you got the shot without any question yet. Without any question. No fans upset, no debates, no ifs, no ands, buts. Yeah, because I've rinsed the whole roster out that had some threat. You ain't the next one up, you're just the last one left. No ands, buts, yeah. Because I've rinsed the whole roster out that had some threat. You ain't the next one up, you're just the last one left. The upper half of middle. He already know what theory, and he barely hopes he'll make it close. I can't take him serious. If he shocks, then you're thunder. Because I'm definitely seeing him in the noise you make, or let us know how far away from me. The punches behind me. They think he went Bruce Lee undo because you rely on wordplay. I gas him up by speaking truth. You supply the ticket link, I supply the reason to. They wonder he can even win. They wonder cannot even lose. It's the only thing he's ever done or ever will to get decent views. I'll get a better offer than this in a week or two. This hands down, no question, the best battle that he will do. So how's it getting peak for me? Because this is the peak for you. It's my inspiration. I got writer's block. When he battles against his inspiration, it's this title shot. Talk about my dying block. It's hard to do that deep. Plus I doubt they're stupid enough to bite when you bark up that tree. When my sons become stars, when I depart from the scene, no, that's the only thing similar to Marley and me. Shit gets stuck based on a forum, a bandwagon that shuffles your ears in an echo chamber, your ego trapped in a bubble. I'll expose what he's written. It's average and muddled. I drew shucks when it's vibrated and it's panting and rumble. Your biggest accomplishment, your biggest accomplishment is nearly beating Tony lad. They judge me up on wins. They're the wins that I almost had. Small room battler. Had to whip out the death note for the physical embodiment of the Fiddler's elbow. But you put him on a big stage, you bore in his fuck. You got this battle of a loss. Him and Tony was judged. And I ain't saying you don't deserve your shot. That would be totally nuts. I'm saying you only deserve your shot because nobody does. So it's Frankenstein's love design, right? If you're gonna wrap a line like that, do it properly. Putting shucks through a ball was enlightening, but now you're giving life to a body. I watched you spit this shit. I watched you spit this shit, like. This boy is all too clever. Then you got to the next next word play and went out on a limb to stitch it all together. So let me pick him apart. So let me pick him apart. I watched you destroy Raptor like, oh, that's hard, but you did it in London. I guess bro lacks heart. Cause like honey, I shrunk the kids. I made him fear the big man in his own backyard. Hey. Spire. So stop faking your heart. If I let a glass go, kiss goodbye to your face in a bar. I would leave you painfully scarred and change your whole view of London when your eye takes in a shard. Cross-legged and a fight scrap, I'll fight back. You're a buck soul, I'm a hell raiser. Watching you try to lay shucks on the counter like you sell tasers, keep your eyes suckin'. Cold factors in my jeans to leave eyes twisted when I throw back a whole wave. Wave off the shoulder, bro, no strap. Have your money like the blue, like the cold tap. Hold that pin there. I told you I'm raising health. So pray for health. Before I leave you with so much fucking brain damage, you want no heart to behave yourself. You picture death on the car, like how that tarot go. You've got so much shade from sun, you should be feeling parasol. Now you have to go. Your punch lines are weak. They're just delivered slick. It's the flow that carries soul, like a river sticks. I'm a flitless soul. Let's talk about how insecure this country is. You referenced the UFC, every battle, but the comparison's like any substance. Because you defend before we can attack every time. It's where it's crutching. Just like the octagon on count, we can see the fence behind the punches. In between battles, you just sit at home alone playing Hearthstone like it's a cold hobby. Crying yourself to sleep at night because your soul's relaxed and so shuddy, but that's why you chose the name Soul, isn't it? Because you've got no body. Even took an online poker with a chat room, just to have someone there and break up number nine on his choice, a solitaire or wash his hair with nothing special. That's why the generic world man shit ain't got me scared with both these. Just playing the cards with a dealt, but they're blind to the fact you're going all in because it's hard to tell. Again, see, you mentioned Blizz and Chris, like without them, he wouldn't have done half as well. Which proves you're just jealous of everyone that's blue like Gargamel. It don't harbor well. Father Smurf. It don't harbor well with a fan. There's not the fact that you write love, but when I want to hear your voice off stage, it's like your mic's off because you just threw it over a check like a knack top. Like a writer for feet. I don't need to lie over a chance whether or not I'm paying them full Mitchell dying in, especially when I caught this next line that he said to me. Against will do, you said, I loan this guy, don't this guy. I'm not about to let a teacher take away my golden time, fucking wait a minute. Yeah. Run it back on and hold it, right? Did you tell the crowd from the dudes you were going to dome a guy? We were fooling out. Scheme about having to call this fight. Like I won't just lie. That's some suspect shit. Whoever told you to fight is fucking sick. What do you mean? The right snuff him quick, then pin him down and suck his dick. Take on your sensex bucket list. When he said throw two punches for every one he throw, that's the ratio, and then put him in a submission position and finish him off with fellatio. That's what you're talking about. Look, it ain't really my thing to make a joke. I'm just showing you I've got gold on every level like a stately home. So mate, let's go. Call me Finn. Just know they ain't taking the heart off of me yet, but drop me out with all the smack talk. Nah, I'm staying. You can't copy respect. If I won it just live for real, it's easy. Roll up three grand in 50s and my team in the whip stuff it in their barrels of two shutties, hand them clean to the clip. Tell them, Jeff, you're peeing for kicks if you're being a prick. Means we can vanish from the scene as 3G in the sticks. Fuck off. Yo. So this December, trucks the psychologist, AKA fucking Dr. Dimwit, said if you're feeling lonely at the holidays, feeling lonely at the holidays and you're going to do something stupid, well, I bought a sim. You all can ring. I'm here to talk and listen. Bro, what do you think is on their wish list? Oh yeah, because there's nothing that's going to make me want to not kill myself. I'll get the shots on Chris. The kids haven't got... It's just hard, bro. Yeah, yeah, say not until we want to use boys' cuts. They're playing, hmm, what can kill me quickest at the stand? Fucking slashing at the wrists while they're hanging from a bridge. And with the hand that they're cutting, they got a strap up to their wick. More death on his sims than a psychopathic kid's life. The one that called you with depression are in bags or were obsessive little fans just pretending to be sad. The one that called you with depression are in bags or were obsessive little fans just pretending to be sad. Except one, your wrong number. You're just trying to ring and get food. You're ringing him up, feeling so suicidal. He sends you a ticket link, like, could be worse cause I'm battling so for the time. He should have mentioned something, right? Oh, fuck, no, he did mention it. 700 times! You were so excited for this. It was ridiculous to see. 36 years old, like a kid on Christmas Eve. Scrunching up his throwaways, stick him on a tree. For this morning, he heard a Don DeMarco by his window, just to see. Man, he's all excited about a title match, like, let's get busy, because he's 36, trapping in a dead-end, then he... See, as he got points on the snow, you were beg-friend sissy. You see, shocks is just a hoe. That's X-tricky. Say that you've been grinding every... Yo, say that you've been grinding every match I've done lately, and send him off the rails, watch his backside 180, this clash might come crazy. Thinking this is a test, he'll slide down the poles till he's 50-50 at best. Hope you didn't bring your gumbars. Yo, hope you didn't bring your gumbars to then test your penmanship. We best friends forever this, but Red Dead Redemption did. Hacksaw, Jim Dogg, his best ever entrances. Face in the plank, got some face in the plank, he being sent as the drowning lad for your mutiny, the crew with me, never a crown or champ. That's what rebels do. Arshtol never without an eye here, rebel without a cause, you are rebel without a chance. I don't have guns, that's just the sound of my raps, bruv. Spit these bars, they slash tongues and collapse lungs. I don't need a strap tuck, I'll just put a grand up and watch the look on his face change with a bag on his head like Mardhan. I'm out of the fuck if they do the trapper, because he getting tired of it, that's a proven factor. Tweeting under your job, this is getting old. What stupid wanker? The rebel flagging in the hood like the Jukes of Hazard. I'll put him through the rafters. You could never be the champ, you just reach the front of the queue, I'ma send him to the back, but in the land of the blind, the one eyed man can start raining, the two eyed man sees through at a part taken, the bird's eye showing, the kingdom's a yard sane, and my third eye open, they thinkin' I'm stark raven, more like a wanker. Carl Sagan with his pan, bruv. Fuck the makings of a star, I see my next son, but they were twice at the feddlers like they next stop and make them think they have a chance in hell till they get one. Mmm. This round's gonna be a little different. Punch for punch, I already proved I can walk with him. What I need you to do is listen close, come, walk with me while I talk to him. Jed, your pen is truly lethal. The stupid people don't think I can play my part too like a movie sequel, so this round they give you a bar on top of bar just to prove we're equal. Because your name hold weight. Come on, bro. Because your name hold weight, so I had to calculate at a move here, I watched many a rapper damn near lose their minds trying to chew you, but they skirted around. So I'm putting my rhymes through you. What good's a 30? Send a meter to the side of the ruler. You know what's a book? Oh, please. You know what's a book? You couldn't measure my traction properly. All you do is pick an angle than multi. That's why the guessing never bothered me. Bringing two elements to the table only gets reaction periodical. What? It gets reaction periodical. You follow me, you lack chemistry. It's physically something in your biology. That's why I'm breaking you down to a science. Your career will never go full circle with angles of your reliance. Let's cut to the chase. Full birthday, you said the cost had got slapped up because he exposed your friend on stage and they got your back up. You said there was no place for that shit in battling. That's kind of mad, bro. Didn't you get the biggest reaction in your life? Exposing rap to you fucking hip-hop. I thought you rocked more. How are you still using the name soul when you're soul jaws? You hold more than that in your pen, but it seems your heart ain't letting you back it. You don't look the wookie, he took it too far and now he's getting his style. Your punches would add weight with you to ensure that you've bodied him, but that's just added weight for you to ensure that your body sinks. I'm writing them off. While you're witnessing intimidation, just fucking lie in the box. They never thought we'd be clashing. Now you're awkwardly catching. Yo. While you're witnessing intimidation, just fucking lie in the box. They never thought we'd be clashing. Now you're awkwardly catching bars that send scrubs to the hospital with orderly fashion. I told them. When we come together, I'm liable. I make it matter. Underground like a hadron collider. Get me with it. Underground like a hadron collider. Get me with your Nestle throwaways. My pads on fire. It's funny. Funny training days got me here. As you mentioned. Because I watched you black out my G and after a little snoop dog, you pimple the crack out of me. Read my lips pussy. You are dead soft. I will fold your corner. Then when I come back, we can pick up where we left off. I came to remove the thing. Fuck going back and forth in the circle like a hula hoop. Everyone here lines on a block twisted like a Rubik's Cube. You stand there and talk about my life underhanded because you won't leave your fucking house so you don't understand it. Where I'm from, trust and hope is earned. But I know you can't trust a soul in a city where the dope gets burned. I mean friends and enemies switch sides. That's a trope I learned. It's like as soon as they enter, sketch them a suspect both sides turn and get a pick up. Writing's possible. That's when she gets violent after them. But it's go invest in a load to keep them silent partner. It's funny. And it's funny. It's the same comes you call me fake when they spit round to be the same ones don't holler for flake when they entail them. It gave up. Grip to razor like quit the B.S.O. Won't push a disc in your front like a B.S.4. But we live different lives. For instance, when your dog dies, you shed tears slumping in your drum. My dog died. I had to shed tears while I was comforting his mom. I'm concerned with getting head or some tail or splitting lines with your boys. I'm more concerned my head's telling tales. It's different sides of the coin. The first news you spray with kids is like your heroine. It's all in vain if you take a hit. But we see eights different. But we see eights different. So you mess with pronunciation to set off your shit. Trouble is we only see that method don't rappers when they let you get off the fix. I'm bored of this shit. So this is for all those who said I couldn't do it. Same ones you didn't believe I could rock with Tony. Then once we bring fire to an animal to even odds that Mowgli. It's still a formidable foe. But I'm hungry. Any other rapper wanna be quick on your toes to catch what I owe you in the middle of soul? Fuck getting exposed. If he's coming back and you're clapping for it that's dead took cheese in a trap. I'm snapping on this rat's neck. Let's get to the facts, dude. Let's get to the facts, dude. I ain't done half the work. Half the battles, half the words. Not even half the travel. And I'm still up here making half the battle. So who do you want to fucking pardon? So you get no pardon. Your plan's over, you melt. The title, Nick. Soon as you get to the pen you've got to hand over your belt. The standard procedure. So fucking hell. So judge me for my crimes. But whose name is more deserving than mine? Soon as the bars were locked the key to your freedom was realized and you've just been serving your time. Yo. My third round clone, you show me less love. I just don't think you go by what I was trying to say at the end of it. I said they went twice at the Fiddlers like they next up and make them think they have a chance in hell till they get one. So welcome. Don't mind the hands of the gates. Ignore the mounds that remains and towers of flames the pitch smoke, brimstone coming out of the lake in the sulfur shroud in your face you come around to the taste. Man. You hear the howls of pain from the damned bound and restrained now being flayed the sound that it makes so loud that it makes the ground start to shake he's now in a quake falls down through the place comes out in a cave and all he thinks now is to pray. Opens his eyes and he's surrounded by gray looks down at us and saying shook his hell couldn't tell if he was pushed out or escaped no body around him no body around him no form power or shape just doubts and mistakes echo and round and round in his brain and how it would change if he was just down here again all the hours he'd waste and how at your age a crown or a chain was his proudest of aims he can't breathe he's drowning in shame he's now gone insane and can't tell if he's been here 10 seconds or thousands of days you see put himself through when he accepted this you see howls what he put himself through when he accepted this tweeting all day about how tough his prepping is stressing over everything over question his penmanship purgatries when it clicks he's 36 and all he has left is this my left hand pushed him there my right hand let him live the echo was regretting neglecting shit just a prep for this taking breaks to sell or take getting sniff on the ends and if at the end he quits that's why it's literally groundbreaking I'm not your soul son I'm your sin and your salvation f*** your salvation spent all this time thinking how our pens shape up this ain't a pen versus a pen it's a pen versus a paintbrush straight up f*** the scene man to man judges please mid 30s mid 20s how are you looking up to me ahhhh and how have you become this week went to Sheffield to borrow seen Theo and his boys when he started taking bars up and I blame him on the scene he ain't got a front for his fans that ought to come at his fan he brought him up like a man he thought he ducked from the scrap then thought he won in this clash got too much bone in his head and not enough in his back you aren't well rounded if you beef him when you speak and like you spark men out and then you ended up on stage doing bars then pouting guess that's why he called the rebel that on my peshine casino you beat me with your hands cool I come back with a knife if I end up with a stab wound I'll come back with a gun if you're the first to let a strap shoot I'll come back with a black watch slash swat in a tank too ahhhh that's the metaphor just to let you know I ain't the type of chap who you'll hear an interview saying they stripped me of my manhood well you could beat me the f*** up in a fight Shucks that's true the difference is you stick it on my toes you would have to mmmmm if he keeps chasing mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm but if he keeps chasing titles then he'll stay in hell but I'm too petty for mercy I'm a retain as well you think Allah is bam wagon jumping style biting middle-aged obsessed fanboy faggot dweeb take the belt then I got two words for you Shucks Your champ, so you wanted to hear right, Perlatt, winner of this brav, I hope you listen to this verse back and gain some perspective on battle rap before it's too late to turn back, because this title means nothing and you don't even deserve that. That should be his 5th solo vs the shot, it's a big battle right there. I thought, um, so I was taking the first. Clare Vincent. My shots are taking the third, quite clearly for me. I've come down to the second, and that's a real close point for it. I'm an incisive ass nigga, but right now, I feel like that one there is close. I have to give that to Shotz the Rebel. I thought we took the second round. The second is the more size of one, so Shotz has got that out of there. Crazy battle, shit. I'm going to keep it simple. I give it 2-1 to Shotz. I think, like I said, it does come down to the second round, in my opinion, but this was a sort of the first, Shotz definitely third. And I think the second year, Shotz just had more bars in there for me. I think, um, Sawz's angles were like strong, yeah, but just bar for bar. Shotz just punched that bit harder, so I give it to Shotz. Great, it's just one of the best times I've ever seen on an old flop. Kind of on an even point in the third round, Shotz had literally every two bars the crowd was going up, even nuts on everything. I just thought, Sawz took the first round, Shotz definitely took the second round for me, and he came down to the third and the fourth. Shotz had a lot more haymakers, a lot more hard-hitting punchlines, kind of overpowering what's sold in my first, so I give it 2-1 to Shotz. You know, I was down in Jack and I would give it quick, I'd take notes and shit. I had Shotz edging the first, I had Sawz taking the second clearly, and then I had Shotz taking the third clearly, so I had 2-1 Shotz, Shotz, yeah, yeah. For me, it breaks down, I think you can say that Shotz clearly got the third, and you can say, arguably, I like Sawz's first one. The second is down to opinion, and I still haven't made my mind up on it. Down to a punch count, I've got it. Shotz had more punches, so that's a 2-1 split, 2-Shots, and it's all around the second on my opinion. That was great for that. Every single one from my battle, great back and forth. The one I'll start with, clearly, I'll say Shotz took the third. Sawz's writing was... His writing was incredible, intricate, but he hit with the first Shotz had way more impact. So I'll give Shotz the third. I think I'll give Shotz the second as well, and I'll give Sawz the first round, because I'm saying 2-1. I'm going to keep it totally funcified. I think Sawz was crazy. The Shotz shit just had a more girth. I don't know if it's an American thing, but like, you know, some of the shit he was coming with, it was hard. But just the way and the caters and the way Shotz delivered his shit to me, it was a little more solid. It was a little more like... Sawz had a lot of shit, but I think after Shotz started hitting the first two, his third came with a little more... It seemed like he was punching, but his punches didn't have the same aggression. You know what I'm saying? And I think Shotz had a consistent rhythm to his whole shit. Had a consistent stance. By the way, Shotz Sawz's angles was crazy. That was a crazy angle. It opened my mind, to be honest with you. You came back after me, I got a whole little respect for London and the way I'm coming. But it was a blessing to see it live. I think it's a classic honesty. And I got shocked. We're back from another annual checkpoint title match. If you enjoyed the battle, please make some noise, people. One more time, the link is in the description. Please join the forum and discuss this battle. There's going to be so much discussion about it. Previously to the battle, it was going to be a highly debated. This one definitely was. There was no week rounds. Six rounds, absolutely fire. Please watch the video at the end to make sure you check who the judges felt and why they felt with them. But I got the decision from a man bagged on behind the camera. And the guy taking the title offside for the first time.