 You know the school at Don't Flop 6, but then we are here back in Stylus just like we were last year. It's the Sunday, day 2, everyone's hungover and shit, but we're still gonna turn the fuck up and get into the day. Alright, this is battle number 2. It's a debut at the MC of our right-hand side. I'm about to introduce his first ever battle at Don't Flop, all the way from the other side of the world. Australia, make him feel welcome, make some fucking noise for Purple! We've got purpose every single time. It's so good to finally have him out in about 6 years. Alright, MC on my left-hand side, if you haven't seen that classic rap, the classic sunburn, make sure you watch it at the endboard at the end, from London, you know the fucking name, make you feel welcome, make some noise for Quill! Okay, the furthest obviously pours, he won the flip, he chose Quill first, it's round number 1 on Quill. Yo, before I rap, let me speak. Is everyone in this venue agreeing that he looks like Eek? I mean, you're a good rapper. It's just a proven time and time again. I buddy your caliber, when will they learn? What is this, er, another mid-tier batch of me to fucking earn? I mean, after a classic with rap to nobody predicted that I'll battle you, because what they didn't know you existed. You look on my hit list, you're just an obstacle to keep this trooper trained. You're a faceless target in my shooting range, I ain't battling you. Give me the loss, I ain't giving a toss. This mid-tier pun is too small for me to swim in. How can I know where I'm going wrong if I keep on winning, so I ain't battling you? I'm gonna show the crowd where the fire is, because I choked inside this fuck, and I would know what my side of this is. Side of this, without a side of this, I only came to battle this stage one. You wanna die in this ring, and I'm fine with this, this is the only venue that's been my weakness to see me. Slipping on bars like Stevie G, so, er. See, Marlowe's football bars ain't whack, er, put a T on back, I'm gonna make your whole team collapse. This is on re-returning to leave without the full team on his back. I swear you will know this guy, if you ever used a big head cheat in GoldenEye. Now I'm in a predicament, I feel like I haven't fully revised for this battle. The Dutch couldn't keep me high enough to watch Ryan babble. And I need everyone here to do the same cruel went hard, because I ain't battling you. I'm battling every fucking rapper on this card, and that's the problem. You don't oppose the threats, and naturally I'm kicked back, motherfucker, but I'm still taking your blood. Like the guys who kidnapped your brother. Yeah, you came from down under, you getting put down under. Six feet under Sawyer, this is an assassination, as soon as his feet touch the Sawyer's, this assassination, I swear to you. Stop sleeping, man, I said you ain't gonna wanna ride no more. I got a lighthouse floor, yeah, I'll guide you, for sure. Personality, wake up man, personality, perpetrately, you lack as a battle, so you need to perpetrate and assassinate in your character. But I can't ignore the fact your real name is Ryan Hasselhoff. You like to call this battle off. You should have booked your chick a plane spot, it might stop you from choking on your peer if you had your bay watch. I mean, it must be embarrassing to finish out Hasselhoff when you go to surf on the beach. I should change your surname to Lee, and purposely call yourself Purpose Lee, I'm joking. That's a bit of wordplay for Lee's that the night riders found his way to the cemetery, you're a talking car cus, cus, cus, you dead already. You're wordplayin' as hard as my bar's BQ, kinda piss on the Australians bar BQ. I've seen your chicks, she's not bar BQ. You like that angle? Yeah, that bar BQ. Go ahead, I'ma let you spit, but you already know I ain't goin' anywhere. Alright, people, that cattle shit. Let me show you a magic trick, and transform Quill right in front of your eyes like he was Megatron. I'll tell him pick a cop, that's when Ryan put the pressure on, and just when you go to save his guys, no good, he cries and soaps, he's dead and gone. All of a sudden, snap, there's no time to put the kettle on, it's ISIS, look, your head is gone. I don't know why we couldn't get along. Let's just say I'll write the book and judge him by how surprised you look, you've read me wrong. I said sure, he could bring his 15 deep crew with him, why not? I mean between me, you and him, this already looks like a reswing for Green Street Hooligans. Kill time, and this time it's rough, you look like me if I was 30 and didn't realize I suck. Set the haircuts a little sharper, style a little smoother, he's mild with his maneuvers, I'm wild, I'm in the future. He said he had enough in the game battling me, and he's right, this shit was stupid because the quill is stationary, and he's colliding with a movement, go ahead. He got at me and shoot it, with his eyes closed, hands shaking, like, oh! You one of them cloaking dagger lonely rappers, the corner of a girl at the bar and start spitting poems at her. The silhouette smoking menthols in a beret, bro, you overreacted. Why don't you just tell that girl the truth? You have a local talent. But anyway, I know you guys might be late, and I'm like nine years late for my mistake. I caught more bodies in my time away than this guy has faced in his life today. So I outlined the date, time and place, and I erased the rhymes you make. Isolate the 40, you're lost, and bring it to life on stage. I got something on my mind today that'll pluck the feathers off quill. Bro, I don't care how you feel. I'll give you a spot on this card to prove your friendship was real. And all it's going to end up getting you is killed. You've got an attitude because you had some views, but you're an average dude, and that's the truth. A lot of people rap like you. A lot of them have more talent too. If you're the reason they wheel out the flashing lights in the camera crew, then how come I'm from a much smaller market and I'm stamping you? Hey, you know what? He's a UK's Got Talent contestant. Because he's on one of the biggest platforms across the land doing his song and dance. But at the end of the day when the lights go out, well, you still haven't got no fans. I mean, am I wrong? Damn. Let me get this clear. He's on a three-battle winning streak, and he's trying to defend it here. And I'm no threat. That's what he said. But the pretense was weird because he was talking about what he does. And he said, career, I'm still trying to figure out what he meant. This here? Bro, you only exist for three... So tonight you're going to be at the after party acting like your life's Vegas. On some club going up. In section. Then four nights later you're in front of the same porn site, naked, quick and sought, virated. There's any girl in the street like, you're my favorite. She said, you tried that line on me already four times. Save it. Bro, your confidence is a product of the league's success. You disappear completely if her decides not to feed his pet. You jewel him with a king of jewel errors. A seasoned vet. A reform and reinvents. So what should I do with him, yo? What does Lee suggest? Should I feed him text? Throw clips through his tea like Rex? I'm playing. I'm not thugging. I just wanted to see him sweat. Should I feed his legs to my dogs like DMX? Well, this isn't snatched just because he looked like William Banks. What you call a punchline to me is a stretch. If you kick in the door, acting big only leads to death. In leads, I said, you at the edge of darkness. You leave empty-handed and heavy-hearted. That's one round zip. And we just getting started. I'm ready for it. For this battle I didn't even prepare. You said I looked like you if you didn't know you sock, so you are aware. You fell off in us. That's just a climbing frame. We wake older in England. Let's see how you adapt to the climate change. I've got clothes your brain can't work out. So let's keep your mind in shape and jog your memory back to when you were spitting with Prime going eight. You was at WRC. No, no, right, you were right, son. But you did go off track when you didn't have Prime to navigate. You was a spender to the pedal, to the pedal, to the pedal, that pedal would drive Australia to the next level, but you man just settled. Leave behind bread, you Hansel and Gretel. Now you battle in me. You lost in the final. So how haven't your plans failed? Why is he here? It's like you started using patches. You allowed nicotine to get under your skin. Maybe you blame our Aussie rules, I don't know. But round here you touch the bull when you stock your foot and he shouldn't be on the carder. You should never rebooked him. I mean, you ain't getting it looking. Time for you to catch the grenade. See, I wrapped the blue up after I cooked him and I'm pulling the pin out on the big stage. You're an abacus cause you're getting pushed aside while they're counting on you. I see your battles with Prime and I thought that shit was wack. You remind me of Cap-Op. Two bitches going back to back up. We laughing close. Scary movie too. He's a fucking ghost. And now I know why you're here even though you happen to lose this cause this battle simplifies you jumping off of the roof. I'm walking all over you just to prove you ain't flawless. I missed the two-time everything on Australian borders. You trapped me where it's gonna say and it didn't go the way you saw it. Trying to block punches like Mayweather but you can a reader for source. Curtains. You're a cat, no wonder why you purposed. Reason I say he's a cat cause he sounds like cover rappers when he puts the pen to the page but you're an Aussie, he's Osborn. It's only right he's fighting heads on stage. Boss, you fam. I got this bitch in the palm of my hand. One spark from the left on me like spark in the zest on me cause pop get placed in the air like a finesse volley to till pop's all purple stop forcing the shit, come on pop pull your bars out, I'ma let you spit but you know I ain't going anywhere RIP to all that kettle shit, let's go. My dick's thicker than O'Shea's accent. Your girl see me in the street she be like no way that's him I've been to shit since the old days back then I'm on my own way hang ten his bones break crack then dislocate back bends last time you were on this stage your choke game act ten so if you start clicking his fingers like Coltrane will both play jazz dance however you want it but my friends are still going to say I lost this battle like he had you Ryan and it's not cause of the raps he's riding cause we all love Ali G and you sound exactly like him alright is it because you was whacked yes Ali is it because you look like you walked off the set of when Harry met Sally yes Sally he didn't know how this works I'll help him figure it out like he texts Abby it'll make his heart race like a car chase at a pet rally I'm surgical with this shit there's no antiseptics so this will hurt if you see him grimace just cause I hit a nerve you got some ill rhymes but skills wise we're rolling a different herb this is the UK not Crenshaw you're a long way from twisting pubs you're not good at sex just cause you're always finished first it's supposed to give you misses more than just friction burns if you expect that relationship to work see I don't use a quote as script of verse it's 2014 you can write rhymes on your phone while you take a shit of work so this whole ancient stationery thing he knew was a bit absurd do you know how many bottles of ink he went through to write that shit he tells you you seem like the perfect person to give this pen to welcome to the future yo let him talk about my music like he's got a song we like he can diss the bracket I come from but you wouldn't even qualify let's face it you got here by beating the bottom guys to you this is a good look to me it's a compromise lost your mind this shit screams of a homicide especially when he wouldn't sort of fly but there's another quill on the scene though and he's known for dotting the eyes so daylight do you take any of these quill bars personally I completely apologize you think I care if I get robbed tonight boys I've been robbed before and knife point vouch for from south side to five points I'm sick must be my thyroid but hold up five points to whoever can tell me one unique trait of quills well that's super quick saying nothing shit that only he says ill these days lord in heavens please make me chill I will beat breaks off quill like beat breaks I'll teach you how to DJ for real seriously you're a broke ass clown that was your whole last round it goes I'm a bad man out my mind need a cast scan scribble board up on a napkin in a trash can a backhanded compliment compliments on my backhand rap fans watching is confident I am back fam he gone shrug his shoulders and drop with it like a trap dance you sound like that man not bad man but on the real though even he don't feel them petty words that's too zip you lost already and from here on shit get worse scoreboard yo so after I gave up trying to find you on youtube I started to study the Dalai Lama you know in search of a purpose no one can say anything about alien headed australian person I mean the head shape like that is a rare find I bet you can keep loads of things at the back of your mind turning the back up the shit you say in the dumb rhymes you said you buried a whole of mosh team I shit don't even need a punch man you work in the cool center that's not so bad hear australian on the phone and then post the ads why is this australian acting black I had to stop and wonder are you Robert Downey Jr in Tropic Fonda you run prime whispering about licking your shots what you the scissors and wizard of us well I wanna have fun with gone bars well I wanna have fun with gone bars so I'm aiming a strap a tin kill you we get this australian cast I found out you're staying at the mario wreck so I'm coming holding arms park get smoked in the hotel plastic bags over the smoking arms I don't mean bullets when I see you getting shot I mean picked apart and put in the bag but that's what happens when you break down the odds I dug a grave felling it climbed out you getting buried in the headstone but I rap he's then writing with it but I'm fine with lagging about what everybody's lagging and it plus your smoothie you should fit nicely in it now don't flop I give you your props but it took you a long time to be spitting at the top it was my quickest of the blocks but it is eight years have been battling 8 years 8 years have been battling 8 years you've been battling I got my spikes on now you're still running in trainers what you think you're going to shoot up like space invaders out 8 years you've been battling I might respect it, but from my perspective 8 years apart you push bars and have an open door, it's like a fire exit. Actually in some ways that's quite impressive, not 8 years you've been battling, you're single with the city, had a voice, it's a failure if battle rap had one single voice, it would say fuck off Australia. And right now it does, so fuck off Australia. On purpose, I do shows, even though nobody knows it's me, I like them balling off my music, even though they're downloads for free, I'ma scribble down battle rap O.G. I rap full rounds every battle because nobody told me we stopped doing O.T. I mean one thing that's noticeable is your schemes, more stretched out than the yoga who, I mean most of your quarter balls are about things that are released out of poker balls, I mean pokemons, bro come on, 8 years you've been battling. You're told them ones like Titanic, you played your cards right and it kept you afloat, but the final scenes were too cold and you had to let go. So how you spitting overseas man, I just have to know, are you playing an acting role with the Caprio? What the fuck's happening bro? I thought of you as Den and Gunn. What do you mean you're part of me? And you made me head strong and fuck it, I ain't going anywhere. I'll put the kettle on, let's go. You must have me confused with somebody else, but I'll let you get around off the safe face. 8 years, 8 years, I've been away for 8 years and we're standing in the same place. But never once in any battle have I rapped about Pokemon. You know me wrong. Hey, we're almost at the finish line, but you so bait I brought a fishing line. Before we go any further, I want to take you on a brief trip through time. The 1700s, poor people in England were starving and committed crimes. They shipped these guys to Australia. So if you look in my eyes you'll see I am just a different side of the exact same British life. I'm the evil version of you. I know you see it in your mind, so I think it's time that Dr. Jekyll met Mr. Hyde. Imagine if I storm the shore on a winter's night, rip the side off the bill of rights for an L. Can I get a light? I'm a convict, but if we're being honest, which am I? Am I the one in the old bank in a ski mask with a pistol hire that shot someone in the lioness to get out of that shit alive? Or was I just somebody nobody really liked that stole bread to feed his family and got pitched in given time? But if Australians are just Brits who got sent away for handling their biz, then my great-great-granddaddy must be a gangster and your great-granddaddy must be a bitch. He was riding a horse in carriage like a simp. Mom was on a robin's spree, clocking G's like a pew. He goes, waltzing Matilda, waltzing and kill you like on the ground, come up off your gold and your silver. Big boys told me shit get cold out in England, but look around, I'm taking control of your kingdom and you got to play the toll like a pilgrim. Pay it. Don't make me laugh. Surrender, apart the heavens and make Armageddon look like God and the devil were just having a sparring session. My friends like army presence, wire fire, bars connected. I'm in the party ladies, I'm in the party ladies, shots up till a block hot as the Calvary on a Ferrari engine. Good lord, it's so easy to par you fellas. I'm right at home. You lost in the Sahara Desert. That oasis you spotted ahead, those waters are shark infested. You dunk your arms and head in there, don't come back out. Just half your legs in your large intestine. I can't invest in this weak bullshit for half a second. I go deadpan, expressionless. My left gland is separate. Your rhyme book is mild. Look, let's expand the depth of it. Think of it as a fresh canvas. I'm Rembrandt, just answering it. No, thinking your life is a movie. I'm behind the red cam directing it. Waiting for you to step them bland. My left hand's the end of it. I'll have you stepped out on heroin running meth lab experiments stealing checks, watches and handbags from expats and pensioners. But anyway, you got a big mouth by how you feel now. Sit down genius, you big clown. P.S., you didn't get this round either. Number 83.