 We're back in Manchester at the venue, a new venue, make a bit of noise, let's go! We're in the national battle of the day, on the right hand side an absolute don't-flop veteran, from Leeds make a bit of noise for dialects, it's an absolute pleasure to be in Manchester representing wasted talent from the floor in a make a bit of noise for Lou Saifoff. Chose dialect to go first, so it's round one and dialect, let's go! Yo, is everyone in surge here with me? Right, yo, so can I first say, I love your t-shirt man, Marilyn Monroe, at least she knows how to turn up to a birthday. So from the time I brought my first Lou this, I told myself I couldn't lose this, because the truth is I don't mind if you prefer his style. I brought lines that will disperse his rounds, that's a true stick, so why don't you don't think we would meet tonight and I would give him an easy ride like a loose chick, because if you actually followed me fam, you'd know I snap bodies on cam like a new pic. So let's do this. Stop there looking like You see Lou, I don't care if Rowan fills you, because I can flow and scheme too, so you think you've flown overseas to beat who? Well if only he knew in Leeds if you don't greet D with your arms open, you could leave with your heart broken like T2, but that's for my Leeds crew and that would mean money, so let me get to this geek Lou, you know the one who talks more greased than gangs in the streets do, but yeah, seem like a nice guy, so be cool and stick to Jaws, because if you ever saw a clip explode, that was an action preview. This guy says shit like, I'm strapped with the Desert Eagle. So you better look back if he swooped, because this big bird will leave him down under. That's an emu. He's like this back will leave you cash for seafood, so if you look shook, you'll get a good book like when the pastor greets you. I'm like Stephen Hawkins squeezing shoddies, because I'm a spares on people and they say the way I dot a body, y'all could pass for measles. I know that's some shit y'all not impressed with, but for me, y'all got to make exceptions. I'm nice. I mean, how do you wrap so evil yet act so peaceful? You don't grab no heat, Lou. You just act bad and chat like you gang bang, because most of the scene do, but that's how sheeps move. It's just funny you guys react off his guts like it ain't see through, because there's something about his accent that makes it seem cool, but I was raising a church and learned Satan's the worst at being true, so if only I didn't even knew Lucifer's the father of lies, so I conclude and bars at your right aren't actually believable. And that's why I'm bored of you. Stop talking like you brought the tool, because the awkward truth is you ain't carrying shit, you ain't a part of Lou, but the devils are liars, so I expect them to distort the truth, but I mean, if me and you got in beef, are you really going to call your goons? Nah, this guy's crew consists of one Chinese guy and one extremely huge pussy, and I guarantee if I pull the tool on him, they might do nothing. It's a fact, fam, you don't want to act bad if my crew come in, because if we bring them blades in, we'll have this dredge shaking like Sanko from Cool Runnings. The war commenced, gee, because I'll deflect every weapon you form against thee, because the Lord protects me. He taught me how to dance with the devil, I got an immortal technique. Whilst you've fallen from Christ, but still try climbing the stairway to heaven with all of your might, but I'm not silhouette distorting the light, that's ready to kick him down all of the flights, and I know you saw Frixel's daughter survive, but trust I ain't getting caught for the crime, just ask Jammer, I'm all for the crime, I'll shoot and leave, cyber in the basement, and that's Lord of the Might. Do you want to hear my thoughts on this guy? Lucifer, aka Owen Reed. Well, judging from the way he spelled his nickname, I wouldn't say Owen Reed. I mean, you may have killed you a rebel, but I'm like Quill with a kettle, I'm here to blow off steam, and I'm on such a different level, I'll make sure my skill will split this fellow like a co-op screen, so to be honest, gee, for you in this battle, if the outcome is not defeat, then tripping is what I've got to be, because I learned behind bars was the only way I could chop a reed, so, reed. If I drop a line, it'll get peaked so fast, you'll be deceased before the show can start, that means I'm leaving with Owen's heart, because I'm the repo man. Do you flown over to the UK to get more exposure, and you heard Dothlop like jokes? Yeah, that's why I brought you over. First thing I thought of when I heard I'd be battling Marcus Freckelton, judging by your name alone, I can tell you aren't American. I'll turn your head part, Ned Stark, Led Spark and Barrium, so anybody saying Daniel Wolfe is making a stark comparison. So what's loose ice for you on today, Marcus? The one with the hard spitting, raw lyrics they all fill in, because they know that it's authentic, or the video game bar nigger. The one with the jokes, I have them laughing until they start pissing, and I'm ready for any dialect you bring. I talk different, I'm from the corner. If I squeeze this fucking torture, like the Chinese underwater, try me, I'm busting off at your wifey, I'm dumping on it, this guy needs to put a fucking wall up for I bring his cap pain and candidate. I'm a Trump supporter, scratch that. I went to you get Tory pregnant and stabbed that with a large steak knife. I'm stabbing Nate Kidd's with a large steak knife in broad daylight. He won't even flash back, but I said Nate Kidd's in daylight and they could call a flashback. But this arsenal you dreaded, you could have that. Who the fuck put dialect in the ring with the iron chef? Shotguns. I end your world with 2012s. This a Mayan threat. I know you think he only got two hands, why he need 20 shotguns? It's because I'm a mess, and the only way to explain it, homie, is using flame emojis. A fire text. Dialect, you was born alone, you're going to die at corpse. Low key, I keep that hammer flying like I am Thor. I am God. Any battle with bosses, die a loss. Skyrim Lord, I could battle Colossus with iron sword, now die a cart in the shadow of a Colossus. I am a boss on every level, I bring doom if I got a war. I brought the game back. The game stopped. I evolved. Even my video game bars could make a Titanfall dialect. Dialect, any dialogue, you die alone. Only time this mark is in the leads when die a home. Die a clone. I already got the number of dial phones, so the next time y'all hit my line, dial tone. It's lonely and colder. Near the top, I'm getting closer and closer. I'm in the kitchen of plant shit. That's why I'm holding the toaster. It bangs in Manchester. You knighted. I should open a soda, is he for real? With that fucking grime, double time, every time your back's against the wall, like a promotional poster, nice work. But every time I hear a diverse, it's the same shit over and over. For my words, I lead a planet. Let's reenact it. If this man, Darren, I don't put the Cantonese dialect. This got a Korean accent. Waste the talent. Shot a fan. Look at the two teams that we established. My Spanish mob deep, my nigga, we wreaking havoc. Keep it all over the web. Thanks, Spider-Man. Saint Lucifer is the best. Yo, I think die a fan and I don't blame him because I'm cocky. Hell, I think I'm the man. I got dope bars and lines. I could give diagram. You don't want to fight. This gun of mine is sending you a lullaby. I run a knife in a die section and cut a guy. This butterfly, giving them wings. You want to fly? You lost, partner. My bars hotter than summertime, but I heard don't fly like jokes. So this is what I'm going to try. This fucking guy just walked into a bar. You wonder why? It's a side splitter. It ain't just cracking him up. He'll fucking die. If this chicken don't cross the road, he'll still make it to the other side. That's a joke scheme. The shit retarded. I'm serious. And I ain't took a battle serious yet. Stop fucking with me, man. Wasted. James is a true writer, but he's there dropping generic Tory bars, but it's a huge minor. Ben, why the fuck don't we care about Lucifer? Because you gon' lose, Cypher. I'm sorry about that. No, you don't know, Blake. You don't know. So who the fuck told Big Hat you could flow on this stage? Pistak. You see, whilst I've been out spraining sick rails and playing with big names, this nigger's been stuck in his house. He ever swung to his couch or just fucking about like he's been playing, but he's into taking drugs. Anything from flake to bud because he loves getting shit-faced, Sonambo pushes buttons and show why this fucker's life is a big game. You see to you, it feels right. Dropping video game bars could just skills tight, but that just strengthens the fact you've got a better grip on that pad than you do on your real life. I mean, you ain't chilling with chilling with real guys enrolling the streets with a steel pipe. You just find them eating, meeting cake up the streets with rage because he hasn't eaten for days and it's meal time. So whilst this fiend's been getting lean off of them legal highs and seeking strikes, that has been eating nice and dead in more niggers than Resident Evil 5. And I ain't even lying. I don't even need me a rifle. Like Far Cry, like to keep it primal. This nigger needs to eat. All I need me is a piece of weed so I can increase my survival. Whilst he's a fiend, so he's got this need for speed and that's what's keeping his drive still. Outside, don't flop your life's like bio-shock. You like needles inside juice. So I'ma try to be honest. Whether you like it or not, bitch, you'll be in a crisis if you try to fight with this prophet. Fuck Eggman and from the times of Dr. Robotny, legends never die. Just check the Mega Drive and come to the Old Sonny. Stay in advance with the warfare, I've got my drones on him and I can tell he don't want it. This snake wouldn't have the metal gear for the war if he was so sonny. This is like a matchup between any small bloke trying to mess with Goro. Ain't no old clothes, but I'm not sure if he's so sonny. This is like a matchup between any small bloke trying to mess with Goro. Ain't no old clothes, but since he talks loads, I've sent him four blows and after the counter-strike fratches his neck and jawbone, Eddie Gordo will have to speak to his many moths called. About you finna catch your body cause nigger, you coulda get any thinner if you actually wanted. You don't like African hobbits. Slap nigger that got slapped up in college and that does make me question that brand that he's shot in. I mean fair dues, it puts cash in your wallet, so from hustler to hustler it'd be bad if I mopped it, but if I'm actually honest I'll say the fan shouldn't cop it cause you're lacking the knowledge that the talent can only be wasted if you've actually got it. So let's get sensitive. Once in a while you'll drop a line as exceptional, but I'd still say I contain more talent within my left testicle. I used to find him a huge threat until I went on YouTube and did a view check. We've both done 26 battles and you've got under 400,000 views at best. I've got over two and a half million and that's not even including my tunes yet. So who's next to tell me I'm overrated and my flaws are basic like I've grown complacent or I've got some interested in impressing the load of pagans. Some say Tabusca is a bad look, but that's a bogus statement because I make music, do a nine five and I'm still on the stages. So before my fault falls in haters want to tell me I ain't going places just remember we both are the talent and he's the one who chose the way to stay. First and foremost, fuck this battle. I really only came here to do drugs at Rapids. Mr. International, oh yeah, the boy's head, nine hours on a plane and this the shortest flight I've taken all year. I'm just talking shit. I look like Mr. Hankey, right? I look like Mr. Hankey, right? I'm eating your food in front of your people like I took your seat on family night. I snuck a five seven on a plane. I swear to God, that bitch ain't average height. So I'm just popping shit while I'm throwing punches. I got bragging rights. So try and flex and you won't come close to me like cyber sex. So try and flex and you won't come close to me like cyber sex. I battle grafter. Drop nothing but science on Ryan's head. But for dialect tonight we dropped in the science set. So fuck a science scheme. Tonight I'm going to spit you a science scheme. Leave all alone before I air these pistols in my jeans. You shall leave, bro. Because you became a cancer to the entire scene once Gemini tore his ass. We could tell you was Pisces. You were at risk of being the hand of God if I used the fifth. If I'm losing grip, it ain't a funny bone in my body. Not even a humorous. I palm full arms. That scheme was a throwaway. If you don't think my arm bar is a shirt, I'll show the blade. I love my knife. But when I'm around lead, I paint the town redder than a clown head. That's sourdough. I'm all about bread. I'm getting pounds yet from houses that I sling around here. You just sang about it. Hell of loud. Don't let the sound spread. But let me think about it. If I find out that you calling out feds, do I have to spell it out? If you're talking to the DEAD, you'll be pronounced dead. That's an any dialect. Dialect my style fresh. They were sleeping on my angles. So I built them around bed. It's a heavyweight fighter in the ring with a featherweight striker. Boy, I emulate fire. This battle ain't even fair in height because the nigga that they sent a grade higher. Hang it up. Hang it up. Your legacy over. You'll never be dope. But the day you stepped in me, your date with destiny was made essentially closer. You don't threaten me. My pen flows that tend to threaten the culture. So I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer. So I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer. So I don't need my friends close to bring my enemies close. I sent toast. Hella weaponry. I'll never reload them and die men. Go underground. That was Sierra Leone. I said I keep my friends close, but I keep my enemies closer. So I don't need my friends close to bring my enemies close. I sent toast. Hella weaponry. I'll never reload them and die men. Go underground. That was Sierra Leone. I swear. I'm not playing. I will bury and ghost you. I don't just rock a fella. I rock nations. I am technically sober. I'm gonna blow. And even if I don't, my gun will blow to get money. My bitch hungry. I'm one of those. The kick gully. Ain't shit, sonny. I brung a foe. It kick funny. The kick ugly like one of those. I said die electu... I said die electu die when stepping side of death defying loot. Swace of talent, baby. We the most electrifying crew. And every time I step inside the booth, I weaponize the truth, cop a shirt, make 15 a pop, 25 for two. We out here. Check, check, check. For the sake of impressing an audience, my man battled sea-free and put on his most aggressive performance. But I'd say it's especially important to address this issue, and that's because I was blessed with a daughter. So let's keep it rough. I know sea-free is a lesbian who enjoys eating flange and talks like she squeezes straps. But really fam, what respectable nigger square's up to a woman and treats her like she's a man. You ain't a G for that. Picking on yallies, I expect a team to act. Maybe if I send them a hook, the boy will grow up like Peter Pan. What's next? Spitting lines of furloughs while sipping a pint of stellar? Don't talking about. Nah, you don't need that kind of pressure. He said the vagina's better. At least that's what he thinks, Don, because Lou needs women. It's only pussing to bring out the beast in him. This nigger's king Kong. So tonight, if I had me up tonight, I probably would have got wigged on if I had me your wig on. But I'm dragging balls. So what I'm saying is I ain't someone you can pick on. So tonight, yeah, so tonight, before you get flicked on, someone needs to tell Chris Brown he needs to put his face down. Because now he is. Because now with face to face, it's safe to say you ain't talking to a bitch now. So I'm saying for him this over your knees he's waiting. How? This crowd preferred the facts and this clown's a circus act. He's been lying in his rounds. So what? You think you're the king now? Because my verse got your lines heard up in the big crowds. Nigger, you need to sit down. The only reason you're in that clip now is because you want to strip that bitch's figure like a discount book. But Johnny Storm doesn't want him around his spouse, because one time he called Lou in a small room and this prick was sniffing on these chicks' blouse. I mean, shit. And now he's not even allowed in the crib now. But he's obsessed. So once in a while, he'll take a trip round knocking the door and he'll offer to take the bins out. I mean, fucking hell. Lose a lot. I don't know what it's going to take this dude to stop, but I heard he only grew them gruesome locks because he wants my verse to use him as a human and I swear for research purposes, I checked out my verse profile pic and it was no surprise when I saw that Owen Reed liked this. Owen Reed liked this. You need to chew with the likes, bro. If he gets locked up for harassing women, then letting this guy go. I'm just stating facts. There's no bail for the way you act. You're an American psycho. Plus you have a very big side show because at the 8th birthday I had high hopes, but still loose cypher and dire on the fly over quite low. It's all right though. I ended up putting on the right show and stage your math given in grind floors. Do you know why it works? Because this pussy was in a different time zone, waiting to be diagnosed because he was in pain laying with his eyes closed. I mean, at least that's what I know. I mean, from what put you in the hospital then? Was it a coat that constantly bled? A skin condition that's been rotting your flesh, your colostomy over and obsessed with a monstrous head? All I know is you ain't got my respect because you disappeared, didn't say squat to your friends, but still had the cheek to try and send shots on the wet. All you are is looking, all you are is looking that you don't get sucked in your head because one suck from the left could put your back in that hospital bed. The way I stood at this body, I couldn't make a doctor reflex. I just know you ain't sunning this, Donny, just like your pops because he's dead. I've been on Obamacare, but when you were in the hospital, did Obamacare? Nah, I swear, I know I've been hardly fed, but I heard you didn't get any sleep from the time you left America because you left your pajamas there. I mean, you should have gone on Ryanair or some shit like, you know what I mean, different flights of shit right there. Yo, I swear down, I can't believe you left your whole attire there. I mean, this guy asked me if I had drawers. I was like, yeah, we're not the type you wear, you know what I'm saying? Yo, fuck out of here with the time. Blue cycle, let's go. Let's go, Luke. Let's go, Luke. All righty. Let's go to the road. Said I've been making noise on the road. I got the streets talking. Say, here's Stone Cold Stunner, Steve Austin. Geez! I love that boat. Thank you. I said, here's Stone Cold Stunner, Steve Austin. I said, dialect, you look like Lamont Coleman with a speech problem. That's big L. And this big L will leave dialect broken. E-bonics. I'm unholy, and I'm ready for whatever you brung for me. I gotta stop dating these cougars. I dunked Fotis. It's gonna be a whole lot of gun bars. I dunked Fotis. Anything I learned in life, the slum showed me. I aimed two foes at the chest of young Kobe, like O'Neal. I should kill this nigga, that foe pill. And you'll be dead in the middle of the street like roadkill. Your flow feels like chilling with a hoe in a hotel watching Netflix for real. Because I ain't got no chill. No chill. You rap like a girl. Slow it down. You rap like a girl. So I'ma give D K's. I'm letting that 40 go. My verse is so official, I ain't gotta rap it fast. I'm talking slow. If you're miss hustle, I'ma send my young gathers at your shorty bro. I'ma exit out for the jazz the rapper talking. And I'm taking Tory though. Oh, blimey. Word association. I know that's some shit y'all ain't impressed with, but for me, y'all gonna have to make it. You try to spit your shit slow. It'd just be words, ramen. I ain't skirted by them. The nerve on a man to think I'd be disturbed by them. I came from a system of down niggas. The police, they heard about me, but they won't get the what, the where, the when, or the who. Not a word out me. I said, I seen you die at the seventh birthday. So even just being here is wild and impressive. I was supposed to resurrect D career at the eighth birthday. Seems weird. This is revival seven. I squeeze off diligence. I bet he won't respawn quick enough. So you better be gone, D, before I let this piece off India. I got the tightest 16s. I'll let the iron or the calcium then the vitamin three phone call. It'll be 12 niggas on the side of his V. I'll let sun exposure and all I did was invite them in deep. Marcus think he got swag and old ladies want them, but they try to fight. Why they're trying to fight him off when he tried to lay it on them. Violet get his cock need. Wait, did I just make a bar up? Yeah. So if you got kicked in the balls like she playing soccer, but y'all don't call it soccer, you do this football, right? My bad. I ain't trying to dog. Luke came to you came to do dialect wrong. Yeah, you real late. I'll say I hit every target when it's still big. I toss clips still let off clips when they hold up. I said you real late. I hit every target when it's still bang. I lost shit. I went through hardships when them bills came boss shit. I still let off clips that your little frame sparks this and you such a Marcus your real name. And I'm Dolomite when I hold the mic. I'm blowing like a loaded pipe. I show the strap to close the gap, but brace yourself. Don't overbite. I said I've earned so much stripes when I go to fight and I even brought the photo tonight. Last night I did a show with unanimous and he told me that you stole your wife. So since you and Tory going flat, never mind with the personals. I heard don't fly once jokes tonight. So what do you tell Tory if she had two black eyes? Nothing. You already told it twice. Every time I step inside the boot and every time I step inside the boot that weapon rise and bring an end to any guy you get inside your crew. See I got a right to bear arms and it works out because I exercise it too. But I would rather pay the extra five to get my guys to shoot and discounts for any guy in a waisted tee because it's still 15 or pop 25. Waste the dot com man.