 Gets all aggressive and shout, Sleepy G, because he's addicted to his therapist's couch. And without flowing that's enough and told it you're a fraud inside, thought you were from overseas. Because you've been abroad for time. I walk up with a hand grenade and a blade sharpening the one that Tori hands on me. Pissed up, don't bother to frisk me, unstable, hang on the bottle of whiskey. Roulette wheels spinning quickly and a girl over there who would probably kiss me. I feel good, buck, sleazy again, like my girlfriend might not see me again. Summer's coming and I'm eager to regain. Tell a friend, tell a friend there's no need to pretend. About a stable is a weak horse. This year's mine, how can it be yours? I'm in a tuk tuk on Peckham High Street with a basket full of stolen low price meat. Like it's a game with no paradise, but it's okay when you live opposite paradise. I feel with them tuk tuk shoes. They're so off they could. Alright, we chose off camera. It's going to be press one. It's a three round battle, first three round battle, five judges as well. It's on my man, press. Let's go. Yeah, my big, hungry return to battling. Boy, I feel stupid again. Because I haven't done this since Don't Flop gave out free food at events. Haven't done this since I rolled with that degenerate gang. Had a fight during the battle, disrespected the brand. No show to a clash with Tony, pending my ban. For a battle like that, now I'd have to send him a grant. Begging out of retirement like I was sending for grant. You haven't done this since you choked against that effeminate man. You see, I've got a lot of history. You've got two battles to go by, and a band camp site for the shit I won't go by. A battle skinny man, verb T and Kruger. So never forget that. This battle ain't a stepping stone, this battle's a step back. I thought it's alright. Then I realised how small of a threat you are, when in every bar the heavy part is where the setup starts. That's not how you do it, dickhead. See, his repertoire's not very smart. A tourist in the messy part, a town he walks around, they're struggling for him to get the part. I'm a press one burner on the tracks. There's no way you can collect my art. Your banksy on the wall is cool, but I do not respect the craft. Why do these pansy guys rapping this angry guy act and pussy out when their crotchless panty lines flashed? MC anti-climax, I don't consider you a threat. You're literally so dead, it's like you hit him with a combo and you kiss him at the end. Versus Liv Winter, he said, Liv Winter will die in the spring. That's not a good way to rhyme, but summer better and summer's better, today's a good day to die. Let's go, let's go, let's go. I was pressed on craft theme. Yo, I know what you're all thinking. You look familiar. Trying to work it out on your heads. Maybe someone that you've seen hanging down in your ends. Maybe someone that you've seen hanging around at events. But that's press one. Last battle in June, 2010. And you put it in perspective for those who were gassed. It means you hasn't had a battle since Tom was a champ. It means you hasn't had a battle since before my exams in year 10. See, most old school battleers returned on the main stage with the claim to fame. You didn't even make it onto training days. See, evolutions for the first. You ain't surviving in here. You're old news. They won't know you this time in a year. You want to relive those old days, but the climates have steered as ironic. We're seeing press play just to rewind this career, but you can't press rewind because for press it's time. I'm the refresh. I could beat press when I'm pressed for time. When you sound like you want to hear it from press, it's time. Well, I'm next in line. You're getting left behind, so not front. Like you left for fame and colour, but you were a failing battler, a fading amateur. You saw the lunas and the gris and had to evade the challenger. Could have went on to perform in USA in Canada, but switched to music to find something safe and manager. But really, you just realised you ate the challenger, realised you didn't have the frame and stamina, so you left the game to have a change of character. Like Jamie Carragher took a downhill slice in the same parameter. You ate my colour, but I'm great at rapping. You're the prey at massacre. That's just a natural order. I stayed with that one, bro. You got an audience today, man. You ain't spitting in a booth. I could bring one line of schemes or just kill them in a two. Looking like Olivia Giroud's been living in a zoo. You left battling to pursue music, but there's no escape from the pain. Tried to capitalise and made a lower case for your name. Blood sucked the industry for a taste of the fame. There's vampires back from the dead. Now I'm staking to claim you're as plain as it gets. Don't flop, need some stronger flavours. It's not a close shave. I'm the simple solution, like Occam's razor. Rap is like, you can't bomb. So you come with a comic nature for being the bane of our lives. I'll rig this Joker like Gotham saviour. So you're a knowledge gamer, but not a player. That makes you a commentator. I lead as Persian-needing surgeons, beeping in an oscillator, meaning if I hit press one, you'll be speaking to the operator first. First two battles, I focused on bars and let go of grasping tempo. To date, I'm going for execution, like a march from death row. Your free styles are okay. You ain't Disaster or Pedro, and you've been out for five years, so your bars are retro. Let me start with Presto. I'm starting Presto. That's a faster tempo with a Mark Telegro, while you par with next jokes that aren't direct quotes. I'll stick to the theme like a party dressed cold as the next two rounds. Watch me bar this vet home. Watch me bar this vet home. Watch me bar this vet home. Carve his headstone, because I'm killing off press. That's Charlie Hebdo. Let's go. Come on, press one. Let's go, boy. Charlie Hebdo, fuck you and your battle views. Fuck around with press and end up more than a bad review. Crafty, I've been feeling down this past week, because I imagine me being you and you looking past me. Crafty, you can't drink in here. You must be pissed. The shop don't serve ginger beer. I want to look fresh. My skin turns up. You go abroad and look dead. That's skin cancer. Crafty's crafty. Always under that mistletoe, but crafty, crafty, so you know he's got a dick to mold. Yeah. You don't want it tonight. Check the old footage. My boys give out fly kicks that we're sponsored by Nike. There's no competing when you've lost. This dick has beaten off the top, because he's rapping with his hands a lot and speaks a load of toss. I could box him in my sleep. He'll get dosed in just one hit. Ain't got pockets for my jeans. I've got holsters for my fists. See these new school fools? New school fools. Just a bunch of dumb actors. I take the old school route and hit you with a bus hammer. Yeah. I'm from an era when you get beat with bars. Beef we start now. You're a league below, so bleach your soul and eat your heart out. You got a girlfriend who wants to eat my arse out. I met his chick on Instagram. She was easy to move to. Slid into her DMs like I was putting on new boots. Now I'm kidding. Now I'm kidding. I wouldn't even walk a sip beside her, plus I haven't felt your girl since you got divorced from Billy Piper. I'm ignorant, so he's getting skinned alive with ginger lines. Ginger Spice is the activist for ginger rights and his headline in the poetry tent at Ginger Pride. How's your accent go from a public schoolboy to Asbo and the stat quo is that's dope. You from Peck or Mopadstow. I still think he's a toy and I'ma take everything he has, bro. You're in a rap duo called Camouflage Children. Jumping hot flows in random parks and buildings, typically spitting these average bars till he goes back to the day job when the camera's out filming. So you were a shit rapper. You were a shit rapper to start bringing lens to the booth, but awkward fingers mate, lens is better than you. Having that dude at side got them views in nice, but you're relying on contacts. Without lens you'd be losing sight. That means you're just a side dish. I got a full course prep. You got a jury out today. You can't full court press. I got all bases covered like a full court press, but his name with lens is a gamer tennis. You need a doubles partner to get your lines fully court pressed because those tracks would be shit. If he didn't have lens, even when the production's good still he has trashed in and when he's spree on rap sets, he's the bad egg, so it's like Mario Balotelli. Even when the team's performing you still see a bad press because your tracks alternate between depression to arrogance, from thoughts and dreams to attacking people getting women and balling please. I wasn't certain of the name. When I heard your tracks it became sure to me camouflage for insecurity and children for immaturity because you're talking weed and how you're balling rich about leaving organs split and causing the risk for his Tourette's. You're just talking shit because you can act dope, but the fans don't want to hear those bars, so when this man flows it's fangolder, earlobes party, he acts robo when he's at home and see the tears flow hard after I copped for his defense like a pierlobe pass, but you know how I know they're not generic and that they're deeper than us all. They make videos about weed and how they ball, graffiti down the rules. One of the graffiti paintings was Mickey Mouse hanging and swinging. You got such amateur spit in your two shit for don't flop and soon you'll probably be getting left hanging by Mickey because then in your solo video you can't rap lyrically and appropriately name the song Car Crash Symphony, bro. With names like those, with names like those, you can't have dignity because camouflage for children, I think infantries of infancy and harsh captivity, you just talk, spiff some time and you can't have dignity because camouflage for children I think infancy and harsh captivity, you just talk, spiff some bullshit and don't bar that vividly. Basic punch lines and puns I don't class as imagery. You're part of that industry. That's why I can't have sympathy when I break your story down into parts. That's a trilogy because you did start ambitiously. You did start ambitiously. Then you're path tracked fiscally. That's a fast activity. I'll tear apart that instantly. You bowed in the underground. You're in a jungle now. You're a tiny plant that little seed. You're like Nigel Farage. You can try, but you can't branch that bigotry. Are we all right? Are we all right? Well, that was like 90, right? What was it going to be? Right. You went for as long, but that's good. He's talking about camouflage children. You should have come with some different lines because I'm 28 now and you're still attracted to the kid inside. Your birthday's 9-11, yeah? Rad, the day you was born as tainted, confused, like, is that a misfortune or a cause for celebration? Oh. Can we celebrate them towers collapsing like I know the Taliban and now you share the date you're breaking fast on Ramadan. Yes. Yeah. So fuck it. Every single bar you spit, I have to laugh at it. Look at your face and use it as a target, bitch. Look. Fuck it. My bars, I don't forget them. You are not my brethren. I hit you in the face and you won't be collecting. Yeah, bars for days I'll target flames at your heart and frame. You better start to play. Pray. You got a heart that's made from nothing. You leave you shard and flayed. Fuck it. And he's from Wimbledon, yeah? Looking like his balls had just been found. Done OK in his two first matches. Then he fucked it now because he dreads his next opponent like Dustin Brown. One poem away from smoking Dustin Brown. Yeah. And you haven't got it proper yet so please just have some honour when your skin shade is Panna Cotta. And you're Harry Baker's salad tosser. What a tosser. How do you expect to be the winner when what's out now don't even ever get considered? You won't ever be a blizzard when your sound cloud barely gets a listen. And I heard your music you need to chill, relax and get a loyal lady because when your most played songs are dishtrat to the royal baby it makes me wonder who would make a dishtrat to the royal baby. Are you crazy? I don't know if I'm battling skullsy you're scratchy from roll deep. Don't actually flow deep when you're rapping it's so weak to fuck it it's like what? I'll sit there collect my clock tell her you can put a cat in the kennel which still don't make it a dog. What? Let's go. In one video you said lick my toes taste the feet. But there's a lot more. Because then you said I'll defeat you if we're going toe to toe. Against verb T you said make your face meet the floor like you got beef with the pavement. The schemes are amazing. With those ridiculous force bars I don't consider you four stars because I've heard of defeat before you did the floor bar. You love defeat bars that's why you prefer to feature tracks for lens so you can be defeat and at work you lack serving egg and chicken to definition so you can see death feet but you didn't you didn't saw and hit the jackpot so catch him on the corner trying to jackpot he used to battle regularly got bored of it and slacked off ordering a lamb chop you look like you were born in a kebab shop your rap name used to be Pinky X Pinky X sounds like a web page on the internet dedicated to finger sex I'm about to hit death con this is devastation when I shift press one there'll be exclamations you put across this image of purity like you're doing it right but I see your insecurity when you spew in the mic I'll expose them today and put you in the light because when you clash depress it will ruin your life but see I'm hardly acting stressed because all the bars he has are wet so when I parallel heart attack and sent into cardiac arrest we're not the same level need a hunger and ambition we're not the same level need a tear nor respect out me and you I'm clearly the best he's got no direction to thrive it's like a steering's a mess you can't take lessons and drive so I don't fear ease a test but you're so old you're so old you're getting all kinds of body syndromes your bars are crap you should be on King of the Ronalds with those your music's ancient like a polo string bowls and AT strings you're still following those and if he thinks that's offensive this will bother him loads he called himself press one because when you press one it will explode but now that was it it was a joke to gain some leverage I know you ain't the terrorist but he does have it all the nice clothes the game women but we know that your whole life shows a fake image just wipe off you and I know you ain't winning because I can beat you with my eyes closed like J Dylan I'm slim I don't need to do press upsets to leave press upsets but yo you got the most nasally voice and rap you sound like a prick sounds like you ain't cleared since 2006 so to summarise you're an online absurdity long resigned Turkish Crete one lining Persian weave on the wrong side of 30 he's a beggar going broke forever smoking dope obsessed with toe-to-toe lines and you've never blown your nose time I don't put justifies in judging but it's crafty definitely judging crafty and press one I give it to crafty 2-1 I find that really close but I think crafty to get just like 2-1 but they're both really good so that's called crafty yo I'm gonna I'm giving this I'm edging this to Danny Pando I mean it was very close like the second round I think that press one really like I really expected him to win after that it was just the kind of stumble to the third the freestyle was good but it just wasn't quite enough for the third to bring it up on that the first round was pretty even so I'm gonna edge it to to the panda even though he doesn't miss when I do this on the bear when I could have been a fur when I'm gunning in the mud I fucking know guys the old C major judging press one vs crafty yeah Matt closed the first two rounds I give the first to crafty second to press one and the third to crafty crafty yo we're back here it's wrapping it apart in 2015 we've got the first main channel done in football back out of the day we have my man press one coming back here it's our newcomer crafty it was a fucking dope battle make some noise for the MCs make sure you leave a comment on the viewpoint leave a comment on the video but picking up a win it's my man crafty that's why you can't test me at all and don't bring your girl to an MC battle cause she is a slut having sex for weeks and you're sad you're the one with the STD who you'll knew she was dirty you'll ask her to slow down now you're itchy and scratchy like Bart's favourite program and I bet he stamps on the ground to scare pigeons away like I'm a bad man look they giving me space