 What's going on, it's a boy here in Mani with my boy Briggs as well, it's the Revival, we have Revival, Don't Flop North, it's the main event of the first ever event of Revival, please make some noise, let's go! Always, every day, every year, you know the score man, the 7th birthday's coming up, we've got some bangers, we've got some burn too, coming up, this is the first ever event in the revival of the whole Mani battle scene, we're coming back, doing this properly, shout out to Briggs, shout out to everybody else about today, alright. I'm going to get into this and introduce the final two MCs of the day, MC on my right-hand side is the Don't Flop Original, please make some fucking noise for Chris Leagues, let's go! So, the final MC of the day I'm introducing, he is the current deserving Don't Flop Champion, an absolute fucking beast, my man Sol, way to go! Obviously as the Sol Champion, this is going to be more about, we've got two minutes and a clock, so my man Sol round of a one, let's go! Yo, I'm batting, our Sol is next! Well, you got me, but I had to haul and beg, so you get no respect. As for the shorty battle though, wouldn't hold your breath. The staff didn't want this battle to happen, because they don't like those divas, but I wanted this battle to happen, because I don't either, so go ahead, put Optimus Prime, yo. So go ahead, put Optimus Prime versus a monster truck driver, that took the race angle against Tony, that either was it inspired, or you're so racist, you wanted two lines to cross and get fired, like I hate MLK anyway. Toss me the lighter, for if he aunties Selma, like he watches MacGyver, or got a spot in the right as a foreign advisor, and on top you're a biter, and guess what, White Rapper got him inspired, so expect a shitty Slim Shade the if he hops in the cypher, when you and Jay Madden try BM&M, we look at you, like, what the fuck? It's awkward, bro. For you, it's awkward, it's awkward. It's awkward, bro. For you, him, and all of us. Your delusions fail, it got you killed by Tony, washed by Double, and Yunnan raped you. You ask for battles, yo. Yo, you ask for battles, then fold under the pressure that you enable, so you got those balls of steel. At computer tables like a Newton's cradle, yo. So to summarize, you got a miserable life, and you're terrible, bro. No one outside your hometown gets your accent, it's genuinely fucked, and they hate you, because you used to use an American one. Wait for it, cocaine's a hell of a drug! I'm aware, I ain't turned up since me and Tom went turn for turn for the belt, and my own worst critic with a thirst to excel, can't do a mirror match because I'll probably end up burning in hell. Your surplus to requirements, this battles me versus myself. So let's get one thing clear, boy. You don't deserve to be the Champ of Britain. I've got it to say a title match, but you'll be glad it isn't, because when I battled Tony, because now you've got the title, Clash of Mises, a bad decision, because when I battled Tony, you're the only judge that had me winning. Wait, relax a minute, I'm just casting back and thinking if you thought that I beat Tony, you think I'm the Champ of Britain. So this is the Champ of Britain versus you're the Champ of Britain title match or not, the fucking crown is coming back to England. Catholic Christians practice in evangelism, praising alerate clan rallies in crazy satanic singing, and I am losing to a counter-victim suffering from smack addiction, acting bad in money, man, you're on a kamikaze mission, once I snap your limbs, I'll bag no guest to camera filming, I'm carrying this bitch round in a bag kinda like I'm Paris Hilton. Williams is more like Floyd Patterson when he was matching Liston. You'll probably snap your wrist like cannabis if you land a hit when standing swinging even out of Chris Olanda, you'll smack your chin and I'll be spending back with like a bastard catching on your risen. Someone toss this joker mother fucking sandwich to it. Cause believe me you ain't feeding both your malnourished cheeks, everyone, come on, take a stand from your seats, it's 90 McPhee, Scotland's number one battle emcee. I come from Fife, man, mate, you couldn't win a scrap in a class full of geeks, no one cares if you punch Caustic, your jobs must be weak, you ain't fooling nobody with that faggy physique, you play guitar and rap, but God know I was the P.E., but leave your soul non-existent like the track she released. Things are really looking bad for the scene when I roll the beans, the champ of the league, and she probably won't watch it. So fuck off, fucking Angus McQueen, you ain't no match for my place, go pick your renavage and see, I'll have you on your hands and your knees when I shatter your dreams, you lost to Ness, you ain't capable of handling Leeds. And I don't know which list they were picking them from, but the solency major decision was done. Tony stepped down, you must feel a bit of a schmock because you didn't win the title you was giving it, son. Raps are in dialect, clearly you're both, like the we're Gemini, sick as they come. Shotty horrors the name on the tip of the tongue, but they got a champ who raps about warhammer and plays fucking a till of the horn. We're worse than you are. We're worse than you are. Yo, hands up if anyone's seen Chris Lee's track, we won, hold on and we'll see it triple-tying, bitch, that kind of thing. Apologize to them for your terrible song. Nah, fuck the haters, right? This likes, and 30 likes is something you should be reflecting upon. Shit. Yo, maybe it's cause it's one of the bars that you said in the song. Nah, I'm just playing, man. It's every bar you said in the song. Lucas thinks you're tight player because the thumbs up bar looks like Vader's lightsaber. Big ratio on the don't flop extra channel. Put that in perspective. Flexplicit's drops is on the don't flop. Yo, fuck that, yo. But you made it back to the sports top, it's a short stop. Like Derek Jeter, you get an ether. This looking like McGregor beating Dennis Eber. Yo, made it back to the sports top, it's a short stop. Like Derek, like Derek Jeter, you get an ether. This looking like McGregor beating Dennis Eber. You'll see that tonight in black and white with flashing lights and that is why he's rapping like he's having an epileptic seizure. Yo. Fuck off, man. Having an epileptic seizure. Yo, you were bad in the past, you're future and present bleaker. Like he spent his X with Eve with Ebenezer, an attention seeker that stressed the E like Zebra Zebra, fucking off the company that you were meant to lead like Seth and FIFA. So wrestle me up, pedigree your bitch, I, Jeff, he's Diva, I'm Mark Hardy, Brett Batista, Edgin, Lita. Yo, I'll hit man, F you, Brett and Cena. This shot, value's not enough, like I've rigged his electric meter. He been going downhill, now he's... Yo, he been going downhill, now he cracked like eggs at Easter and that's why we need the new blood like Seth to Zima. You hate the rookies... Yo, you hate the... I hate the rookies because they're arrogant, you hate them because you let them beat you, getting bodied, resisting our breath of fresh air like M for Zima. Death in Mibras then and Lee's already seen Jed defeat you but you said Senna beat you like the death of Caesar. I went Hamas, rebels fleeing Tel Aviv, you sat back crying over the interview like he led Korea. This round and it's just you and me today so I can't wait to hear your excuses now. You grew up on a lifestyle of I am brewing tagging. I'll cheat you like a Mars ball. Mate, you're getting bodied. You wanna be a rapper? I was honored. You wanna be a rapper but you seem to lack the grammar. Your favourite song was Can't Touch This by McCammer. Should have stayed in school. Half the fucking nation don't have a brain to use. Come on mate, way means two and tea means two. You only get bottles in Canada because you say a boot. Canada word little, you guys say wee. So if you did a little piss on a Nintendo you'd say you did a wee, wee, wee on a wee. You're an eager Frenchman trying to agree. In Scotland I can read a book fast because everyone else in Scotland is just nailing book fast. But every ten years I've got every ten years or so a child is born that can do extraordinary shit. It's awesome. You all ought to be an aura absorber when he's on that autism tip. I bet you can't name me one song by Notorious Big but know exactly what happens on page 746 of Lord of the Rings. Imagine Ned Mitchell trying to talk to a shit. I can picture it now. It'll be awkward as shit until I kiss you you won't know if I'm a frog or a prince. Until I kiss you imagine Ned Mitchell trying to talk to a shit. I can picture it now. It'll be awkward as shit until I kiss you you won't know if I'm a frog or a prince. What's a nice maiden like you doing on a drawbridge like this? Tea. Nice round awesome. Tea. Tea. I'm impressed. She's quite pretty but she's half the size of Brigzy. True story. Me and her met again. I can't remember her face because I just started a tits. So, we went for a drink so we left for a bit and I'm now thinking she could do better than him but then she stood up and everything clicked I looked at her face because I'd expected to lift with the leverage from getting up but it didn't shift she remained the same height whatever she did but in a chair she measured like this stood at the bar she measured like this she jumped to the air and still only let up and then your birds are midget that must be depressing as shit I nicknamed her too Pat because you'll never be big it must be a Pat because you'll never be big it must be a like having sex with a kid and if I sketching some pics she's so small the tampons fall out because she steps on the stream I'm sorry, son, let's do this book Yo, you're on a catch 22 because you can't beat me with that singular approach but you have to because you can't be lyrical or do jokes so realistically double times the limit to what you wrote so you're predictable if you do that and an idiot if you don't shit, think of this like it's coke because that's what he tends to sniff people get dusted in a bag before they deal anything before the speed ket and pit bro, these shutters preempted it thought they could move rocket revival because T ended Chris yo, let me prevent your flips like but you gave the decision to me shit, after watching it back I'll blame that on the liquor and weed it must have been banging H like Stephanie McMahon because T beat Chris three zips left them in a bag in the second you got smashed and he swept you in the last but I still think you got the first because why else would you let Sarah Newton on any of your tracks because you're thirsty firstly compare her to my bird we could say it's apples and oranges if you didn't have scurvy she's dirty she hates on gum not just because her breath stinks because she's a crazy slut and the gum clinic says she got the heft when they take her blood as if your tracks weren't already aids enough like she'd been swallowing cum only thing flattered in her arse is the notes in the song that she sung like the son horrible bitch probably lived in more squats than she's done with some sketching and round the back so I guess the worst thing about her arse is it's the best thing about the track your country had to either vote you whoa your country had to either vote UK or just vote Scots but we're all still together looks like we both lost it helps fund your country's dough costs and my taxes pay and figure scumbag family with no jobs if England had a voted you'd have been wrote off we don't need smack head neighbours to throw logs even the cross and your flag looks like the one in the no box the souls of buyer watching go for your neck I'm joking but yes you do look like you rose from the debt I call you a buyer cause you just copy loads of the best John Connor in Terminator 3 you stole from the best and the way you flowed against Ness wasn't dope but you daffy you just bit loads of multi-cellables that nobody gets you got the crowd in limbo the way you clone shit from Pesh cause you tryna be low but the bars just go over the heads see if you need to to be fucking beat root P-shoes green P-shoes green green kooky wee flute and the wee rears say my voice great they mean that a rock roar when they say your voice great they mean nails on a blackboard a memorized rhyme fucking independent of Pad 4 I'm inclined to say your portraits are leaving you blackball ink line portraits matey I'm damn sure this relates to the opponents that you're fighting to clash for every match that you've won I've got five different tats more ink in my elbows than you have in your passport some people say this motherfucker's a legend but as a young adolescent growing up wasn't pleasant see his mother did his mother be with love and affection they have no money for grub so the scruffy cunt ended up with that mild-nourish complexion stomach rumble in his hunger would set any gopher his lunch for some other motherfucker that ain't always stuck in detention don't stop this pathetic fuck soul all the bumps from country to west you want to fuck with the best you better rock place in the bet on the game of rushing roulette with the force with the west and fumble they sweating go to your head and pull they tell the ball to connect and punch it your flesh and bust to your melanin just under a second single you what is respect but you can fucking forget it I step on stage and give a hundred percent I've got to rock most attention so don't brag about that title that you won cause I'll end it especially when a dumb little cretin like you don't even have the guts to defend myself or if I'm PG stepping we ignoring this boring nigga standing with ya he only getting half a bar fuck you man