 While I'm melting an attack, he's sitting his peak, so let's consider a streak. He got past Kid Verbal, some skin-edited teen, got past Rob Wilson with bruises like the skin of a peach, got past Danny Jack with jokes about his skin which was weak and got past Bizzaboo and stole away by the skin of your teeth. You're an average rapper. It's a shame these battles have been rigged for you because apart from that Danny Jack display, there ain't a battle I'd give to you. You've had one good performance, one spitting streuselonger and misconstrued because you are only good one-time like Hitler's Juve before he switched his views to killing Jews. It's good one-time like the first round of Winter's Feud, good one-time like... Back here, Don't Flop Training Days. This is the final battle of the day. It's the second main event. This is the October edition of Training Days. There'll be many more in 2016. Thanks to everybody for coming up for this one. It is the final battle of the day and actually this battle is between, I just found out, two unbeaten MCs in the league. It's going to be judged. So, the first... Someone is going to take their first out and someone's going to pick up another double. So, it adds to be an excitement to the battle. So please, as always, there is going to be a winner. But make sure you log on to Viewpoint and leave your opinion of who you thought won. And in the YouTube comments section as well. You know, 9 But Love from Don't Flop. MC on my right-hand side smashed it this year. Crafty makes a noise. And MC on my left-hand side, Conkerby makes a noise. Just to quickly say as well, Crafty on my right is going to be battling heretic on the main stage at the Don't Flop 7th birthday and the winner of that battle officially gets the newcomer of the year award trophy physically printed up in grave, whatever, that's going to be dope. Alright, we chose off-camera, the Conker is going to go first, it's round number one on Conker, let's go. Yo! So, Crafty, I saw your battle with Jay Short and it made me confused. I saw two beardy ginger bastards entertaining the room, stacking molties, over-excited in the way that they move. One of our parents has got some explaining to do. This is the first time someone's had two mirror matches in a row. But not just for the look, so I see the pattern in your flow. So now it feels like someone's got to nature's deed to battle me because I can't tell if this shit is a tribute or a parody. Mmm, yeah. Cos you like breaking down characters. And I'm ready for that shit, boss. But it's childish breaking things that you're jealous you haven't got, I know you've got bars, but it's all nice stuff spouting the blandest way and when you start to show some passion it just feels so out of place, I mean, there ain't a single type of personality that's suiting you. And Conker's leaving rappers chalked out on point like a snooker queue, explosive when I rock it, heavy fire like when Bazooka shoot, if the boot connects you're getting shut down like a pewter's do. Fuck, your bars are wasted and they go round in circles like a hula hoop, your flavour of the month, but flavour dies out quick like juicy fruit. I'll be holding broken bits of craft like I was super glue, expose the man behind the mask what's highest fuck like Scooby Doo. And I know it's my own fault, but I've got to say that I am livid because right now you've got the buzz I would have had if I'd committed. They thought I was out, but now I bounce back, I'm alive and kicking, killing off the clones like Arthur Opie did what Qui-Gon didn't. No, I can't deny your lyrics. I can't deny your lyrics, but they are strong enough to hide your limits. Your words paint a picture, but they're old news, but that's hieroglyphics. Skill alone won't get you by. I think it's best you try some gimmicks because you being yourself looks like there's someone else you're trying to mimic. Time to quit it. Punch from punch, you fuck, bruv. This is Tyson swinging, you'll see craft destroyed and playing Master Chief on his final mission. Are you king of the newcomers, yeah? Whoop! You're king of the newcomers, yeah? Well, if you're high on the sift, that's right, then bitch, I've over thrown your throne and now the rightful king's residing in it because in your tryout, you strided in like you was the hugest boss. Then in your opener, you said consuming lots of food and pop. After one win, your ego started growing faster than light. Then you told Liv Winty your bars were sharp like a knife. After two wins, acting like your bars left hell froze and you said you stick to the theme like a party dress code. After three wins, acting like you're a top tier star. Then against Jay, you used the top tier, top tier bar. Now you've got four wins, but if you spit anything this pathetically shit, today you ain't going to be getting a fifth time. Yo, so apparently now every ring slash is a mirror match. But don't flop said, don't try to stop the match up because if you can beat Jay Short on Conker, then the final boss is cracker. You've no showed five times. That's why I had to hold back before calling you out. I wanted to make sure that I'd actually get to a rap before choking them out. See, because half the time when he gets given a matchy fourth, it's about someone's shot he describes not showing up. Well, that's what he's talking about. He's in the ring. He's hard, manic. Then in real life, calm, passive. See, I've breezed through opponents. The bars balance with calm talent. That's why your tears median. When you can only win in mean mode, you are average. This isn't your limit. This is homemade to fast package, no pain to hard damage, slow train to fast carriage, no name to class talent. It's like Brendan Rogers. He can't manage Brent in office. I'm sarcastic. So when they say we're a close match, I laugh at it. Yeah, we're both on beaten, but I've had good opponents. Hard clashes, bro. Your most hard challenge was smart Alex. Your past matches, they ain't like crafty. I've been knocking out opponents. You've been team like sparring. You've been ducking out opponents. What is it, stage fright? Hardly. Maybe you've been hitting one too many late night parties, but he's finally took a decent battle and about the eighth time asking Javi Hernandez. He's made his name by passing. See, when the challenge came his way, he up ducked and ran, bales on battles, blames on the rough luck he's had, but we all know he's been busy getting fucked up and smashed. Conker beat. I thought Conker was supposed to be a tough knot to crack, but watch him crack now. Yo, watch him crack now. These punches laid a smack down. You came here to die. Now watch him fade to background. I come to events to cook. Like my name is Sam Lowes. I might strike with a watch. I come to events to cook. Like my name is Sam Lowes. I might strike with a marshal like I play for Van Gaal. But look, they said, they said he's all right and he can be funny, but all I see is a disappearing act like a magic bunny. Now this is your comeback. So at the comeback, you'll go back to running off to getting a backhand in his return like Andy Murray. So you think that you're some future champ, the type to go Canada. Brov, the type to go Canada. Brov, birthday weekend on main stage. You're some outdoor unknown amateur battling outside the venue goals to show you're no challenge. You get downgraded to the street fighter for thinking you're a soul caliber. But look, this is like street fighter. You'll find Seon Curb when I break him down and free. Like I'm dividing conquer control of the crowd. I can make him divide and conquer. So next two rounds, I'm a tournament gets you then kill you. Just divide and conquer. Let's go. You referred to 9 11 as a builder's nightmare. I'm sure it ruined a few builders nights. Yeah, no, it was a disaster. One that left a strong country weak-willed. All you saw was rubble dust in the blood that had been spilled. Thousands of people and their loved ones have been killed. He's there like, oh, that's going to be a country build. Then you tweeted. Fate motherfuckers get left behind on the road to realness. Total penis. Is that the road witness spoken word poem scene is? We are trying to get through there, but it was taken well long because there's a blockage from that pedestal you've placed yourself on. See that God complex ain't justified. And it sure as hell ain't merking me because you look like that nerdy teen Hercules from the early scenes. Still young and foolish. And you ain't got the skill to beat me. So you're getting schooled by the goat lock and filler t-tees. You waiting zero to hear one. What? But still ain't had a testing challenger. It seems there's no Achilles heel, but he ain't even left the amateurs. And this shit's kind of like the Hydra. And that applies to every battler because if you take heads off, twice as many heads are set to snap at ya. The fact your dad's a thunder god don't matter when your mom's a dog. I bring pain and panic. Hades have it. Do you know I'm the one to watch in this verse you'll swiftly learn that I've been lurking with the Cerberus because I'm here to show there's three times as much part in the underdog. So you've taken flight on Pegasus to go and fight the megalith. The titan's on his way. Rule number 95 kid concentrate because this shit ain't in Disney film. And I've already locked your fate because once you know the weakness it only takes one moment for a god to break. And any judgments from all right in the null and void. I'll tell you why let's start with the facts. You said live winter reuse lines from her poem can't argue with that. Then you rhymed can't argue with that with can't argue with that. And you called her a lazy writer. And then you called her a chimp sweeper. What the fuck is a damn chimp? He said goodbye to the knee like he busted his hamstring. What did you think? What did you think? I know what will make these words and poems fit. I'll just cut normal words in half and make new words that don't exist. Just the kind of hopeless thought that conquer won't endorse. Or the fucking show remorse he wants to go to war. You ain't above going overboard. Nah boss, you know the score and you just lost the second round. Like you're playing Tony Hawks and got the owing horse. Yo, so you mocked smart Alex of Soundcloud for deleting his songs. You made a much worse mistake on yours brother by keeping them on. You think your music's unique just because you called it post-grime call? Bro, you're so slobby. I won't pay you money. If you can listen to that shit and don't vomit or tear your eyes from both sockets, walks around with his crew out to the next solid family from Hastings, the place most poppins the post office. Real facts. He actually works in the best nightclub in town at the cold deposit. That's facts. Giving out blow jobs in the cloak closet. That's all good. Um, this is what really pisses me off here. This is my real problem. In a song called Do Me Some Rollies, you try undermining artists who promote positivity, claiming that the protesting won't stop the industries. But see, it's often people who fail in life and get thrown off from living dreams to become depressive skeptics and roll onto bigotry. Because you say in that song that people should only focus on their own lives and their own problems. The same capitalist view that meant renting is risen, that poor people get lengthy convictions while people repeat or get sentenced to prison. So you can say they ain't venting a difference or mending the system, but I'd rather speak up against the divisions standing about defend feminism than your potentials performing generic and boring. Hip-hop was founded on knowledge, not resentment and scornin'. You just so self-obsessed, you don't realize the consequences it's causing, probably fucking defending the Tories against Jeremy Corbyn. Because it's just, it's just hating his raps. He's even got racism tracks, like when you said, all lip, like the face of a black bra. This is just hating his tracks. He's even got racism tracks, like when you said, all lip, like the face of a black bra. I mean, that's probably why against Craig Shendoll, you've got wills you to stand in your place when you rap like, now look at me, what am I going to make sort of black? You know that anger shows inside? All that hatred shows inside your anger at how bad that the system's getting, and envy all the people who handle it with affection. See, what's funny is against craze, you apologize to the fans that you disrespected and told them all the reasons to battle this shit were stressing, explaining why you quit from loss of home to drinking, to family interventions, but in reality, maybe the fact you did is a blessing. Because now you've actually been a product of factorism's oppression and thought the full effects of a camera in every session, see? So I'm thinking about all those people and all those eyes, you're always attacking with indiscretion next time, you need to help in hand, and no one's got your back since you've been addressing them as twats for their imperfections and now that shit's reflecting right back with a switch direction and a damaging introspection. See, there's a difference between us, ain't just ability. Our whole attitude's in contention, you are lazy, you make excuses. When I battle press one at the time, I was managing with depression, but hounded it with perspective and channeled it to aggression. If you've got a strong mind, there's ways of coping. When there's pain and emotions, I change my focus. I want some and enough, there's no way to throw me. Even if I don't stay composed, I stay composing like second battle, couple stumbles, no major choking, I just got right back on attack like Seamus Coleman. See, this is all just... It's all fake composing, but I've just bait exposed him and now his fate's imposed and I'm coming back cold. I make sure that your remains are frozen and get left in a box. Now that's Labour voting. Time. Final round of the entire event. Let's go, Congress. Set off. Yo. See, Crafty's don't flops new nice guy. So I feel bad for murdering him here, but he thinks kissing the right arses will work further in his career, but fucksucking dick to get good battles. The roles reversed with me, mate. Bitch, I've got this main event after Earl gave me brains. And I've got guys like Callum from the Forum in my fan base. You get gas when Callum from the Forum gives you a handshake. He was a fan, mate. You think it's you against the world, innit? Some sort of anti-government profit that's spitting. But so does every other spoken word cock around Britain. Pretentious would be outcasts thinking they're dropping mad wisdom. There's an ironic amount of cogs in that system. You're an armchair activist because when your pen hits the page you say the system's corrupt, but it's the defence if you play. You can't talk about the world's problems and expect them to change when all you do is remind us of the mess that's been made. It's counterproductive. And I know you think you're preaching positivity, but the way I see it, your material is feeding off the misery because if you actually did something about what you put in bars and songs it would make your back catalogue less than half as long. So this is your apocalypse and I'm the harbinger this evening. I've put in work since day one. I was the gardener of Eden. And Big Jeezy sent me back here when he heard your tunes. Now it's my mission to kill more products than World War II, but nah. Realistically, neither one of us are leaving anyone dropped in a fight. But in a war of metaphors, you're getting more than pots in the eye. You're on the chopping block and Conker's got a body to fry. You couldn't test this with a scholar or a doctorate's mind. I was the one that left the ring there for the hobbits to find. This kind of shit is lightning quick. It's leaving Sonic behind. I've got the strength to make a planet in a comic alliance fitting. Then Darklight Vader blacked out in a holistered line. So although we look the same, you ain't got Conker's design. You might as well be spitting binary, robotic with lines. You might as well be spitting binary, robotic with lines. You might as well be spitting binary, robotic with lines. You might as well be spitting binary, spitting binary, robotic with lines. But if beating him will drive me to the top then tonight, I'll use this robot as a vehicle like he's Optimus Prime. You repeat shit, you repeat shit, you repeat shit. When you're dropping bars, dropping bars. I only ever repeat shit to show how Conker's craft Conker's craft. Yo, so you apologize for your no-shows. Saying that shit to the battle world's fine, but if you're going to do the same thing three weeks later, fam, you should have rang a helpline. Now, his life's just going round in circles like a carousel ride because you can't make Ken's meat like parallel lines. I mean, you had a kid at what, 18? You had a kid at 18? But if you're going to get with some random scotch, you'll at least learn how to wrap it proper. Next thing you know, she's pregnant at the doctor. It's Chelsea attacking Cos de Hazard Costa. This is easy fuck ever. This is easy fuck ever. I don't have to bother. I'm here to casually top the talon and rush to bag and box your talk without a section. This is a chatterbox to an actual boxer. I got that pen game to settle the match like a pen game. You should consider this clash or none of that. I'm slapping Conker with Maradona's hand. I've got to break every lines like a dash or comma. So if I have a loss, I'll get back up stronger. Payback, double like cash on longer, leave you blood soaked like the slash of genre or Dracula's collar in Hammer Horror. Why do you... So why do you rap like this? Trying to win an acting Oscar for battle posture? Looking like your hand has got the magic wand to how he put on. He'll start clowning on my name like... Now Crotty's in the league. It's Crotty, he's so crotty. He'll start clowning on my name like... Now Crotty's in the league. It's Crotty, he's so crotty. He smells crotty with a D. Some of all the cadaver expelliarmus wizardry. Maybe if I say my words fast, maybe if I say my words fast, they won't ask you what they mean. Maybe if I say my words fast, they won't ask you what they mean. I mean, for some, the judgement's passed on preference. So I want to ask a question. What's some kind of a larger presence to a structured bar and sentence? It's like manny verse mayweather in his hunt to harm a legend because that passion don't mean shit, bro, if your punches aren't connecting. We're both unbeaten, right? But look at the opponents he's cautiously chosen. It's like playing strip poker when you fall for your clothes because you've had a week, five cards, drawing a disposal, the longer that streak goes, the more you're exposed with that frail frame and pale face and mood that you've got. You've got a swagger that says you're working in a funeral shop. You see, my submission's to see this mug quitting so by the ending he might tap before I dig dirt on him for the win like a buried alive match, but you're more likely on the take-off. And that's not because you're on a streak and thriving on wins, it's because each match you take so fucking long to arrive in the ring. While your streak ends now, for me, it's five clean wins back-to-back bodies like Siamese twins. Let's go. Valinist Bronco called Concar. I thought I'd pass the clown test. Five battles in. Why's it still feeling like my sound shit? I ain't really been around Flex, but it's a guy a few people saying hasn't even lost a round yet. So by the end of this, some might say I got 14, but I'm on a card in Max Sherry, so I lost all three times. I'm on very similar styles as well, to be honest, how they approached it. I'm just trying to think of things that made them stood out. I liked, I had even up to third round, I liked Crafty's little impression there, so I'm gonna edge it to Crafty. Close one. Really good battle. I want to say free and all to Crafty. I really liked Concar B. I just want to say very, because just for free and all, it's really quick to develop and look at that. Concar B was really good, just a little bit less direct. Like for example, he sank it a bit the whole week, with a lot of speed, which went up for a little bit too long. Then after we went out of that, it started being hard hitting, so just a bit more direct is what made Crafty win it for me, but it's about, oh, and I really liked the interval, and it was for me playing the opposite card. That was fucking close to start. I'm gonna give it all to Crafty. And all was fucking close. But just Crafty was more direct. I think the so-called me took it so. Crafty. Yes, I gave that battle to Crafty. Just technically, they were both very technical. We had some sick haymakers most of them, but I liked the lines within lines that Crafty brings, like mean average that far there. I had a few of them written down, just very, very intricate, and I liked that. It was also really varied. The second round with the whole Jeremy Corbyn, politics team, no one saw that coming. That was sick. It's also about haymakers, and that man he's connected in a bunch, but like a few of the haymakers, I think a few new ones will have to get to where I'm from. This is a long, relatively long break out for me, but it's not a shout-out, come on, it's Gardner, Ovid, and Barnes, who you put in the weapon just last night. We don't like it that way. It's like every three rounds to Crafty. I think Corbyn was winning the second round with the Olympian schemes, and then I think Crafty started slower, kind of come back and rip the program under him, but I guess in three to one, it's a problem. Back here, final, final battle of the October training day solution. It was the main event. We had Crafty, who's now on my left, going to be at Conkerby. Please make some noise. It's a fucking great battle, man. All right, we're about to get the fuck out of the Fiddlers. We'll be out here in December or whatever else, but remaining undefeated is my man, Crafty. Make some noise. Because I'm a brutal bar, a 13-foot Hadouken blaster. I've been about the block, and I've been known to cause a few disasters. I'm a bony cum, but when I'm throwing punches through your armor, see brains flying in the sky, like Philip Fry and Futurama.