 Me, I'm a one man work force, think you could come take the bus, man, work for no Me, I wrote the words, know my story, then work for my glory, this shit never was foretold No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Me, I'm a one man work force, think you could come take the bus, man, work for no What a lot of shit to do, I ain't doing shit though Chilling in my brook, tell my goons I ain't involved Damn, I'm missing goals for the cause of a hit though, heading on cause to be cautious What's going on, Don't Flop? Oh, fucking day, we're here the sixth birthday, day number two The final main event of the weekend, it's gonna be another year till we're back Final time of the weekend, make some noise! My name is now hosting this shit, six years strong, it's like we're another six more, you know what I mean If you want to hit me up, all my links are on screen right about now I'll say with Don't Flop, here's an app, Don't Flop with the hashtag, hash six B-U-W with your opinions on this battle and all the others This is a non-judge battle, so make sure in the link at the edge, click through and take one second to avoid whatever you think you want, it's on our official website Thanks to everyone loving it Alright, final two MCs, I'm introducing this weekend A debut on my right hand side, all the way from Boston, USA Make you feel welcome, chill and joy! Every single time coming through, final MC of the weekend And on the left hand side, first international clash from our dude from London City You know the name, make some noise for C-Majors If you haven't seen the on-mill battle, two of the title match, make sure you click through all that shit Alright, we chose off-camera C1 the flip and you wanted to go first It's round number one, final battle, six birthdays, C-Major, let's go Yo, can you say this? Alright, let's go I'm saying focus back, Jones relax You lock, hold it down, you lock, hold him back Cos if he throwing jabs from lowered hands then it's a be a head top on cam See how I go pro of that But I'm a different type of writer, going like homie didn't notice He used to analyse in prose, but it's poetry in motion I knew you seemed to know his schemes and punches that are overreached See, shorty said Tony's the poor man's chiller, Jones Well see, if this the rich man's phony D, I guess it made sense Cos the poor brothers always put more effort in their poetry Now we put the classic that ain't good looking to witness Lanzu boy, I'm in my element, the cook in the kitchen But y'all been sharpening my blade to get these goods for delivery Cos I'ma take the organs out of chiller like a butcher's assistant Lanzu boy got an ego that's stress bigger than the width of my city Abstract artist, the outline they give, the outline I give You don't depend on the figure they give me But I'm a runner, ring around a rapper to show I'm fit for the big leads Cos if chiller's a chill killer, then I'm Richard Koklinski Now I know that I got bars, time to see what I perform like Time to calm shit, about to expose your life You travel the globe to battle, and I feel like he's on tour But you couldn't go around with me like fuck, I'm like a tour guide Your bars, alright, the smack talk is measly You get smack brought to you running back to smack knobs and bees You ain't smack, you ain't hiding behind a contract chiller You ain't contact close combat with a contract killer And I know something about you See, chiller was educated in a private school The Romeis like a Jones, you should be fucking embarrassed Oh this talk about being a gangster Like a little choir boy from the Paris While I was in the school of hard knocks Fuck boy was learning Latin, experienced my language It's cold, you don't understand it Listen, I can't stand him, stand it, he's like his hard mate Look, ain't no such fingers, hardware crook So you gonna come in with your gutty mask Like I ain't gonna tear that face off like Look boys, I've got his mask But for your fans that ain't heard of me This question and how I've got this far Is cos I'm bringing that feeling back to rap Like healing bones under a body cast You can't match me physically I love you running through, you gonna see his legs I turn his mind to millipedes, you finna hood That's no take it to that vicinity Closest you came to the ghetto Was your track with Timothy While my steelo deep, play the hero please Get your bones rocked like the Skelly on the E-Mote Listen, he's a piano man trying to speed those keys Cool up in China B-A-G Hence why you B-L-O-C So you mind telling me the chill is with that But if it's cool to put Xiaomi not into our accent I'm telling chill a step back or the prick can get clapped So much tech support, my strap got an Indian accent Then lay your boys high-fived like they can't get slumped So you're breathing through a double barrel like K-O-R-S-1 They paint sterling, sterling to see you get run through By a young London star You see these hammers, then he's in the ground That's a tall round uptoned park Fuck, boy, nah, this ain't match to the weekend I don't know anymore, I'm thinking more match to the day These clips are showing the score We didn't get search coming in So if you want trouble, it's calm, bro My goons will be dishing out sweets on stage This shuffle, this model Cause you a private school fuck, boy You ain't never been to the hood Fellas, I got goons making bread from a prison cell That I've seen from a good fella Me, I caught animals in a cage for real How could I knock up you, a lion done You can tell that you in danger, test my line Then I'm a rat, then it's a riot off I got B-boys in the hood, they don't dance They make a line pop, real drama, boy, shit Kick off so they can ride what Then the type of rhymes you like, boss That life of crying we hide from hype Like it's something to gain pride off Now it's time you make amendments Cause everything you write's wrong You advocate a lie start Shit, I'm just happy it ain't got my brother's life though But if you really rap him Cause they told me to chill a packing I don't hear it, I guess they keep all that cold shit inside Like a chill a packing Except if we did this like Solomon and Mookie Could've been a classic But that would've been five plus zip Like the Frill of Jackie Stay off, and I'm known to get hype But I leave you hanging from leaves Like these overhead mice What up leaves Chilla Jones Verse McLovin from Superbag A-K-A C-Major, told her I'd accept if the figures I see Major, if you lose You gonna lie in this coffin cause see Major, if you win They gon' say this battle with C Major, this a favor Either way this place, they gon' play you They gon' say that C-Average After I degrade you Who named you? Cause I got a name C-Major You look like a teenager Your name should be A Minor, everything I say Fuck Everything I say Fire, with or without an accent I schemed more in 2013 But changed my accent, get your body Spray from the can, minus the accent They want you chopped down the size I was the accent Lumberjack shit You the tree in the front, you don't get it Makes sense cause I'm leaving, I'm stumped I had to wig and bark on them Kill Steve from the junk, they rootin' cause You branched out, well now you Leaves in a trunk, now stick with me Stick with me, I spit sickly Deadly with the skills, still scheme But punch, hardest to have me hit as well I should've bonked you Major, but why Soccer player, bars alone And leave you lying all messy On the field, this shit is rare Don't you realize you should've took another route Your people keep staring Fuck is the mean muckin' bout If I hit your fuckin' mouth Then this battle won't come out pussy Tell C-section to cut it out, I doubt You be trappin' You ain't bout that movie action You only gettin' props on your set Cause you be actin' I catch you Relaxin' with the tully spazin' Strap across that bitch chest Like a beauty pageant I'm usually passin' My new reaction, fuck you Fuck your boys in the glocks they carry Every shot, Sierra miss Soda popping Y'all ain't hand me Every shot, Sierra miss Soda poppin' scary I'll say it clearly Lyrically, I'm battle rap's MJ Homo, I'ma rub it in Cause he been gay For paper, magazines gettin' sent Your friends way so that ass Better take cover like Henry K You might've battled dudes But you ain't like me But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds Like these Boss town Listen I kept my eye on your movements Cause every one of them was big brother You went from the proven ground Started proven ground, now even mindin' my bitch love ya But it's like you hit the big stage It's time to start this shit Fuck ya, from time I saw you choking on DNA I knew you was a dick suck Let's take it to your real deal battle You said I'm out of this world With these bars, I boo extra to rest real Now that was good Maybe you're not from this planet But you were over your spaget Cause that was better the first time I heard it Back when off in your side So you don't wanna scheme no more now So I guess we know why he always changed the way he spin Cause most of the rhymes that he say Been bitten, I'ma take him back to school Let me lay some rhythm Tell your boys they best check they essay Before this mark gets put down for that plagiarism It's like people It's like people held back in your private school They know what I mean cause grown ass man Are you still taking notes from the teacher But if this fool tried targeting mine Then I'm caught arising cattle, you'll get marked for the price We ain't barring a like You ain't half the way nice, chill or you buy bars I just write bars with a buy But if you say that was ignorant But if you say that was ignorant So really you ain't buying rhymes I guess you from a different zone Jones, I should expect you to be behind the time Let's take you to your daylight battle You said I'll kill him over and over Over on Groundhog Day See, I know what Groundhog Day is But what does I will Groundhog Day mean? Anybody? Nobody Could a bar don't make sense I'ma have this mark Could a bar don't make sense I'ma have this one for sure You ain't over nobody's head, chill or you ain't over yours So I'm about my punches Think you better know who's frontin' Cause what scheme off the scheme Is shit don't ever remount to nothin' Sounds good when you doing this Really you a useless bitch with all these fuckin' rhymes And you ain't ever executing shit So I'm sorry soldier But what's the scheme on to a deep thinker You barely afford to ponder over So I have your arm hard to secondate our fathers Well, I'ma weigh up the food chain From a junior like Carl Karcher Hard droff to say you don't compare More shows last month Than you have in your whole career Jones is playing While you While you were busy gassin' bout nine bars And bricks mate, I was gassin' crowds Vibe bar, brick lane Gonna try for you, found out you like him Back in bricks then, kicked my feet off To bun down the cypher loungin' bricks Well, you were deciding if you were bad or not Straps and blocks for actors, props Gassin' locks bout bangin' off And clapping shots like a mafia boss I was prepping like the Paris rock Bag him just for fashion dog I was prepping like the Paris rock Bag him just for fashion dog Me, I move for acting, it's acting It's where the acting stops Cause while you claimed you ran with squads with tanks and bombs Really, you were slacking off In your yard pants and socks While I was headlinin' with a real fuckin' clash no cause But if big man won it boss We got hitman holoprops I'm killin' with the same bullets to lick down Ognius Cause I'm certified killer You can check the portfolio Hold me no, I break a body down like polio Diamond kings are bein' earnest Jones will know if man are reppin' It's calisthenics, wait, I hold my own It's fun too, like I ain't onin' to manipulate Jones Don't boy, I circulate a hood like crack slang in the ghetto I'm in to take your capital, it's politics If you show man that you get though You she got its Marxism It's gettin' stretched too low for the manifesto Who on your side try and battle this battle? Tell your team wager this fire Is what you earned So I'm a cremature I'll be at your wake Nice slacks, clean blazer With a Tommy in a suit Like the green ranger See, I'm a stranger Stranger to that danger You talkin' scrap, we cool But takin' for granted, I send a block to clap Gettin' stoned makes you boulder For you it's all a rap and fuck if C Minute or not, y'all really rock with that Well, it's your own dumbass fall Don't believe the hype, this leisure life You shakin' in your Jortons when I seize your mic Let's be precise You ain't got the force to stop me I wanted a war with Shadi They gave me a porta potty I grab a flame and come towards your body To torture body, I torture bodies Origami can torture bodies Your torso Probably gon' stretch in my hand Now you missin' all the punches you expected to land You thought you would out-bar me Never tested your plan Better get in that toxic mode as best as you can Toxic mode, asbestos The scheme so clean Toxic mode, asbestos The scheme so clean London airport, I'll admit The bar's Heathrow means See, you can rap See, you can rap But you sound like an emo teen See, it's the voice That's why they pay C low green I'm from the B You gotta be noticed, you gotta be great Private property, I had my spot Logged from the gate, my chick Got great aim with the Glock on the waist My Bukaki, watch see men Get shot in the face Walk in a place like I own this bitch You wanna fight, see, I hit your mug Give your lip tint, that's IT Blaze all around your head I'm tryin' to night-see or bust around The cannon flash, soon as I sight-see I'm tight-see The greatest with wordplay You know the steeds, we can turn this to a fight For them to oversee You don't think you got the advantage Because I'm overseas, so I'm standin' overseas Body like it's overseas You might have battled dudes Who sound like me But you ain't never stood in front Of three rounds like these Ballstab Yo, the fans are saying This was a clear body for Chila Because I'm not in his league I guess we'll just be left waitin' For the rest of that story after I dart him in free You battlin' here now and I'm king of the dart In a week, you should've taken me properly Be on white phosphorus You will not prosper with me You can take one of your first two losses From C, then you can analyze The L you take from Diagelect Like a phonologist, please It's the best that you could offer me Time we changed where to start It's a drug juice of a grillin' They came for that yard cookin' This year, I put my grandmother to rest But I noticed she had started lookin' I prayed and she told me, boy You know I ain't there to feed you no more So if you don't want to starve cookin' So rude boy, you do that T-Rex Charlie clips I'll swoop in, but I'm a standout guy Don't get this man wrong You got me backwards trying to test the wrong man Shit, get me hands on Because I ain't blessed to ramp on unless this man wants To come with a short temper I used to leave without a leg to stand on But you ain't brits slinging Bangin' fists with whole clips in them Prickless and take the strips given and stick with them I'm from the east side, not the east coast Where we wrote big difference Man, I tell your mums he home So I run a strip slippin' and I'm down to kill chill When everybody to chill with him So I wait until it's prick-dippin' And he's with a bitch whippin' And they can both blow up from his mums whip Like T-Shimmons Cause we don't pop champagne Same way we work with bowls Wait till you celebrate Then bust it off you Champagne, same way we work with bowls Wait till you celebrate Then bust it off you You put that work, then I put a couple workers on you Have your fate sealed and leave you broken By that German model So, the way you rate his pen game And try discount majors That's outrageous I've been gassing myself for the buzz like house ravers By him No conviction behind them bars You lookin' dead in the cells While I'm writing diesel Like I'm tryin' to get to the bell You fool, you concoctin' my coast I'm puttin' no effort as well You might really mind some post-op chill-up Get in the head of yourself But you know when I found out chill is a prick When they like boot his mum on stage When they bowed And he still could've think of a flip So you You Would've been fucking disappointed In you You know when I found out chill is a prick When they like boot his mum on stage When they bowed And he still could've think of a flip So you either as dim-witted and as thick as I think Or the irony Man was runnin' scared Of gettin' his shit split by them crips Yo So you caught an IQ of 160 But couldn't cop the high coos I got punches to kill You gettin' fucked up for real You catchin' shots in the main event Get his young brothers, yeah Now wait, I understand if you ain't really feelin' that Cause the boy over there look at the boy Winnin' canceled So we're gonna remix that Listen, I heard you been talkin' But I don't feel cause chat That's my moral and currency conversion Try drop pounds on me And I will buck back So you Buck back I heard you been talkin' But I don't feel cause chat That's my moral and currency conversion Drop pounds on me and I will buck back If man is still talkin' like the man is still Fuck that, I leave you duckin' From a horror show for thinkin' You a ill young man Fuck, speaking of you smack rappers I come every time you buy out a white dude It's always white boy that white boy this Can't compete without a white boy's rap So you can bring another white boy this Or whatever, I hope you may consider speech Cause you would get rushed by some I.C.F. Hoodigans for tryin' to say the shit Remindin' me, racism only exists one way You may live in a dream cause imagine I said, I'ma kill this black boy How racist would it seem So why you think it's cool to par my race I can't quite say but I say That racial separatist role ain't a part I had placed Africa, apartheid Wait, my man, are you dead? Cause then stay sleep until death comes I'm lucky, not so family or friends But they like it when me jumpin' On stereo type shit So it's off with your head My flow cold didn't ice it The white kid's bout to kill him in style The white kid's bout to kill him in style And that black America pissed off With a verdict like the Zimmerman draw Give him a wow Give him a wow If we can separate the fine face Based on race, and that will not work Honest, cause white boy gone white This is Clockwork Ory But wait Laura Tarsie Lord Gennasty See, I don't know the girl But the word online isn't good, Pete She's a well known battle rap slack Ooh, and I'm done Jefferson pricing this rookie You got a door at home So when I went digging, I didn't like Where it took me, but you know Breaking news You fucked her right in the pussy I'ma have you begging For mercy, big man is my witness Jones on my boots Like he's walking for the family business You came to go with a poet To never make he prosper You came to class with C To get buried in Uncle Davey's locker So wait, you better than me how Delirious homes, you getting clowned With these punches, I'm taking serious Jones You getting paid, will I give a fuck If Chiller gets though, I'm hit To dry eyes, to dry lines They came to watch Chiller get smoked But yo I'm just hate to promo my CD If you're ready boy, great It's not their way, come cop a tape as soon as I jump off the stage I turn bullet space here with a bullet name But it's a plastic wrapper Come hold a maze if you want something more Solid on the chain Now to be honest I'm modest Though I probably a pair of cocky as a foreigner I rehearse all night Walking through the lobbies and the corridors Now I can get it Y'all ride his wave cause he's sick But it's different when you got me in the war with you Cause he got bars But I got bars And since they all top C He's just a body for the coordinates That four with us, four risin' I'ma make this tragic, listen I got a toast that erases glasses You wanna make this classic When you gotta put your part in C He said you got heart I said I'ma take you a part in C But my work is don't part in C Moses, I'm a prophet It's my sad, put a part in C I know what y'all wanna see Cause schemes is my specialty Chilling Jones on don't flop I know exactly what y'all expect from me Say this is judge And I lose cause my materials don't hit I'm still better On Camus unanimous every vote switch A natural sense of kid I'm a maniac with cold shit I'm cruegel with the gym and I mean it The impact of a punch in a skirmish Will crack a dome quick, but that don't even matter See, cause I ain't trying to go fist A blizzard of bullets hit the will Z on the road with this villain Used to kill your shawty to make it soul I want a Tony Shawty You give me this scrub A plan for you to grow his name Is that what this was Did you honestly think he'd win You takin' a piss from Now you're ditched up Now you're ditched up How you gon' follow what I spit see Charlie vs. Don I got hollows in them clips, see What you gon' do Charlie vs. Don I got hollows in them clips, see you drink Well I'ma have you swallow in the fifth See, you think that bartender Well I'll send shots till you get tipsy But wait, here's a tip, see But wear those with rare flows Told the crowd I would win But they knew this like they don't wear clothes So head goes Soak it up, rookie You nab pros, the flag blows Bet his head light if he there Froze, that a change major Like a student switchin' Go rare, go swan Wear those You thought you would win But you gon' lose it now Against Mr. Jump the Top I'ma have you swallow in the fifth How you gon' follow what I spit see What you gon' do Now against Mr. Jump the Top Head from the proving ground Bosses!