 You're so slow, you sound fucking retarded. I watched one of your battles on my iPad. You dropped three bars and then I had to recharge it. You say I'm good, as long as you say he's garbage. He's a circus act, stretching and reaching for them bars like a trapeze artist. Look, I think it's safe to say that you're a long guy. By the time you said two sentences, a whole fucking hour has gone by. But don't think I didn't see the messages you were sending to Rowan online, asking if this battle could be measured in word count and not time. See, yeah, you've done a battle on the URL. You flew to New York. I went on the website and that battle ain't even got a fucking URL. And I don't care if you're six, nine, or you're five foot tall, these body bags coming out, they're one size fits all. There's certain steps you take to earn a rep. The first is prep. And did I put that work in yes, but he missed a wavy new school so he ain't considered worthy yet. I'm moving in a do-rag on my murder flex so you snow the saga. Tea top. That's why this rookie verse of victory. Maybe a couple minutes more. Level so high if I ever fell off, I'd never hit the floor, but this is war. That's why you burn to lose because they comparing skill differences. Shit, this amount of altitude, I had to step down for you. I mean, from my mountain view to help you climb to this peak, at least that's what it's a mountain to, but wait. Let me climb on you. Because I can beat you by being you, but I go out and touch your tone because you don't just come up short because of your stunted growth. It's the way you make your arms in that funny pose when you bust a flow. It's the way you move them arms in that funny pose when you bust a flow. It's the act of a kid trapped in a lift banging the buttons. And there's nothing, no substance and no punches from. So basically he's come from home for me to weigh him up and bag the flake like I'm cutting coke and if. And that subject though, he loved the snow. Couple woes. That's why his album's called Neal by Mouth because it all goes up his nose. You try and get my power, yeah? Never get him involved. I've got one question for you. What? I even done a mom joke. I had it written onto my page. I said I fucked your mom. That's kind of fucked up because she's probably underage. Now fuck that. I've got bars for days. You think I'll give a fuck if Juan's half my age and get part on stage because I keep it real to these rappers like Charlemagne? Look, they fucked the peace talk. I'll make the peace talk and him with his lift like, oh, can we peace talk? And they told me not to do gumbaws because he's a nerd white guy. I keep the strap hanging like McSherry giving a high five. Who's really the bully out of us? Because as I recall, you and Rob try to stick it on Callum, bruv. So this is where all the bullying ends, Juan. Fuckin' skate, man. Man, we'll shoot you in your neck, Juan. What you gonna do if I show you no respect, Juan? For Rob Wilson, he can't protect Juan. You ask him how's it feel to give a heads, Juan. I don't know. Bet you're getting worried now, Marlowe's settling into a cozy relationship. And I know that it's painful and you know she's his favorite. Whilst you're at your local alone, the coaster you're only made is you hold it, explain it with your soul that you hate this chick as you feel as if Marlowe is contained within a tote with it, take the shit. Like, if you ask me to be the best man at his wedding, I'm throwin' away his engagement ring. Yeah, fuck the honeymoon, too. Our movie should go on vacation with her. Know just the place for it. She's never helping to make any global acquaintances. Your emotional state can switch, just knowing that she's at home every day with him. You just lose control of your brain and start throwin' your plates and shit, postin' up a poster of her face and throwin' a blade at it then explode him a rage, throwin' grenades at it, then rockin' back and forth in the cooler. Like, she won't get away with this. But no, but no, it's you that won't get away with it. Because you're jokes, they're amazing, but it's major faults in your flows and your cadences. When you're on your own, you're so basic. Without Marlowe, we really notice the space there is to you, this is a laugh. But you try and lift my pat, your wrists would snap and your shoulders give way with it, so fuck your jokes, because if you've got a funny bum, then I'm breakin' it. You bit kids we're so fuckin' bad, you pretty much stolen his alias. You should change your name to Orphan Black because you're programmed to clone a Canadian. Fuck that, check this. I wanna set the scene that Marlowe's stabbed him. He's rented out a local social club for the evening. The sherry's all flowing, darling. Everybody is leaning. Marlowe is still drunkenly speaking to his uncle about a honeymoon that he's booked at a wonderful couple's retreat somewhere in Egypt. It's in the corner of his corner here in the corner of the room. He sees that Shuffle is weeping, so he slides over like, ah, Shuffle. Can you feel it? Tonight's the night I'm cut from my freedom. Can you fuckin' believe it? And he's like, you know what? No, I can't fuckin' believe it. I mean, who am I gonna structure my skins with? You should have been with her for hundreds of reasons. One of them being she's always coming between us, talking about who should give Shuffle a beating. She's behind your back. He always says you're not as funny as he is. Fucking Shuffle quickly, Marlowe quickly cuts him off because he can see where the trouble is leading, like... Yeah, well, I'm bloody lovers, Shuffle. Just leave it. I'm saying the same. My teeth are like cloud-hugging, and I'm making it red. Shuffle the biscuits for starters. Went back, watched the fifth birthday clips of disaster. Went out to the country to visit a farmer just so I could take tics from Islamists. I started smoking. About about 50 cigars can fill that phlegm, visibly mixing with tar, glass of red wine, and a bit of licorice after all in an effort of spitting it darker. Spitting it darker! Then Crash Bandicoot lights out, getting hit at the start, needing the next checkpoint to be given a mask, but you can't really see, so it's pretty damn hard. I am spitting it darker! Then Simba on the cliff as he listens to Scarra about killing his father and thinking that he'll never be forgiven by Nala. The white and pigment side-watching as Jane begins to die, barely blinking right because by now he's a bit of a bastard. I am spitting it darker! Then whatever's embedded in venom whenever he's clinging to Parker, now I'm spitting it darker, then I might have seen with the bit in the Parker, look deep into the Parker. I'll be honest, I've got a few more, so you may as well join in. I am! Vanakins, he turns to a sit in the lava, I am! Trigger and blast of singer-guitarist in the Varna, I am! Boski sitting with Satan! Donald Trump must envisage Obama! The pair of the Spartans, all these throwaways I had written for Carter! Sigourney fizzled out and you think you're a martyr and spitting it darker than the emptiness you feel in the midst of their laughter. Because after 73 battles of spitting it dark, maybe you should pick a more whimsical craft. This won't end well for you, like eating crisps in the bath. You know, it's thick at the start, a bit of the laugh, and it's been, you know, there's fucking crisps in the bath.