 Yo it's Earl, we're back here, training days number four, we're here in the park, we're here in Camden, London You know the score, it's the final battle of the day, shout out to everybody coming out You know the score, we're gonna have another one and another one and another one after that Training days is fucking classic, shout out to all the tryouts Shout out to all the Dote Flop MCs doing the main events We're gonna get into the final battle of the day On my left hand side, we've got Swarov Kinch, make some noise, let's go My right hand side from Leeds, make some noise for Zen, let's go Alright, same thing as the last battle, we have two rounds in this battle We have one written two-minute round and we'll go over four for four freestyle until we cut it off Round number one on Swarov, let's go I'm a freestyle drop shit and proper kill it My only mission in this written part is not to choke as bad as Tommy Villis I probably should probably start going off the top Why? Because you looked like you were modelled off the chitchat guy off of Gogglebox Why put your new image? I'm gonna kill him with two minutes, this is how we do it Let me spew lyrics You see, your voice is set to a nine and abrasive You just say, yeah, yeah, yeah, it sounds like he's been going for ages You spit a 16 and make it scream like it goes on forever I see you're not that brother What I'm saying is, you need to finish I'm gonna still kill it, come back, because it's hard to remember lyrics You're only written over two minutes But let me come back and do this Because I can't really face and entrust you You are even a vulture staple to the face of an alien structure and Albanian busker Nothing about your race and culture It's not time to face them back to this shit You see, fuck, I'm choking just like Tommy did But back to this, it's just disastrous You see, Fadasamar, there's only two things I hate Fadasamar It's racism and whatever your family are Alibaba half adab Afghani, Baba Nyamah half a chapati Fucking famished cattle swarm and Nyamin cabbage farmer Wow, don't know, it's really not cool I'm freestyling so fuck you Back to this, fuck What kind of nose is that? Bro, jumping to nose effect, how could I not notice that? You could tie a prop notice or a poster to that Bro, you need to finish, because you are a joke Your nose, huge as a boat, do you even need to use the remote? I assume that's a no I guess you put yourself feet first through the rope to attach a noose to your throat Wow, that's amazing Well, who goes there? It's that dude with the huge nose, yeah, that geezer But you prepare, you know what else you reach and stretch for angles from Who knows where? Barbie, you're a bar bitch, bar bitch you're a disaster after me Zen How are you a Zen master when you can't master When you dance and you look like you can't master ease Zen You can't master ease Yeah, for real That's the way you dance, like a bar bitch, bar bitch starting shit I'ma finish him and retardedly fucking do away with like an old milk carton Listen, Zen, I'm there wherever your friend's in I'm there in your end, Zen Trust me If I sense some Tenzin, if I sense any tension I know that I'm there with Tenzin and Zen's tense and any tension will end, Zen Fuck your pretension, let me just finish and just enter then with a little question I'ma kill you, me and you were not best friends Let me tell you why, this is a simple freestyle session while I'm blessing Fuck that bar, it's just gone No question Time has closed, let's go Two minutes, it's going bro Alright, listen I came from Leeds to Bar because I'm a sick brat He said, what's with your new image and you've got a big hair But the first time I met your bitch you were like, woo! That's Ric Flair Rhymen in fact, I'll start slicing his cap Yo, I'm proud of my hair, at least I don't have to hide mine with a hat Yo, you can never spray with Zen You have a head shaped as an alien That hat and your whole swag look like you are sponsored by H&M Yo, listen though See, so well, you remind me of that principle out of how high Not because you're smart but because you're very white for a brown guy Never how high Making sure every one of your words is pronounced right I can tell by the verses you're spitting You're so white, he don't like herbs on his chicken Or curves on his women This geezer prefers learning encryption for the new server he's building Or anything to do with either surfing or swimming Yo, I'm kidding But why do you speak like you're teaching a drama class? Powered rap starts hard to do half a task Dark relax, scarf and hat you're as old as an art of fact So you must be barmy mad trying to fuck with me You're so old, you look like you're dying For a crop of tea Yo, trust me G, I love this thun in three Comfortably, but you look like a bokeh tea with a crooked weave Right, because you ain't landing a punch You are average as fuck I already predicted every one of the angles you talk See these old school MC's They always like to perform without nursery rap But us new school MC's You know, we come while rehearsing that You tell jokes, but you ain't never deserve to laugh But you remind me of Bernie Mack If he was more burnt than black But wait, let me take that back Because you remind me more of Thummiwet old captain In the 51st year Mixed with 60 birthdays and some shitty wordplay Because straight, you have the swagger of a blues band Mixed with a bit of Wu Tang But you ain't playing no saxophone And I know this because you're as broke as you look Playing a saxophone's the only time He'll be blowing notes in a club Give it to me now Yeah, at least then it seems like everyone's showing me love You know, since a body bruised seeing that grime clash So fuck it, I think it's only right to bring a bit of that grime back In this clash, you know that's the way I want When I go in on a grunting, getting no trim, phoning Sing lightly, golden till I get left soaking In sabbatoning, horning, think that a bird is joking Till I take neck and chalk him, Gregoroming Step to the sketch and I get him soaking In the hole in when you're bowling, flocking Switching a fiddler's elbow Tell you the truth, y'all shitter than Alrow Big stick in town It's just like you just taught Diesel off Pedro Mixed with a Kempo, switch up the tempo My man's all like the brick Nintendo That man ain't all retro nor shelter Best not, I'ma let go like Crespo inside Look, man, shut up, we've all been very patient I'm sorry I taught this way, brother, I'm black, I had an education How can you even test this, brother? I'ma change your name to Caitlyn Zenner Caitlyn Zenner? Do you know what? I'm spitting it great I'll start killing this fake Ironic, I'm Caitlyn Zenner But y'all the one that acts like a bitch on stage You know what's funny how you say bitch on stage? That's like I can tell you're an instant fake Cos you're the only lyricist claiming to be new school saying I'm spitting it great Y'all spitting it great Y'all, he's like fucking bitch You can suck a dick Why do you rap like you've just been dropped to earth You can suck a dick You're an ugly kid and you need some sort of subtle trim Don't stop with kinch Why do I rap like this? When I'm blessing MCs, I'm just imitating you Cos you're higher for ecstasy I don't know what's in that split But I'm sure it's not regular weed Regular weed? But you ain't testing me, G That's smart weed You look like you've been taking LSD Yo, I'll come to you when I'll dead this knee When I perform in fam, you look like an orphan And I'll fucking come to you Nans and torture nans Torture nans You can't be a true rhyme animal You're too diagonal What are you gonna do? Right angle pythagore and attack and round the handle Who? Fuck it, I'm a rhyme dragon And fucking dialect can die dragging you Die dragging you You know how I come here I'm the maddest trust Bro, I'll switch and smack you up He's like, bro, die dragon red You sound like fucking unanimous But listen So what, old kinch? You're a fucking pathetic minge Look at your belly with that extra inch You look like you've been on a fucking eight month Cornetto binge The period time of year is Christmas You dress up and have sex as the Grinch I don't know why your girls asking me to play with the Nipples and give them a sexy pinch It's time to do this I will formally slaughter you with more than music You are a bore in your bullshit Carry on Bore in your bullshit You know I'm spitting rara How are you on chatting shit? I'll stick this Guinness Potter in your daughter It's that kid from Yorkshire Yo, do you know how I come in here? Yo, do you know how I come in here? I flow when I leave these fuckers Kill any opponent I bet you feel like shit Getting killed by a guy from Leeds In your own ends You fucking dickhead My own ends I'm from fucking Birmingham You are an idiot Shout out Steak out I will fucking make a play about you And stage it at the West Yorkshire Playhouse Yo You know how I come in here To smash you Yo, Ryan's come across faster More faster than Raptors He would know about the West Yorkshire Playhouse Because he's a fucking actor You know how I come on rapping tight Don't make me smash this guy You know how I look foreign But he ain't from Palestine You're a fake fucker You should be performing at a pantomime Pantomime You don't have that appetite for battle rhymes Everything you chat in is anodyne And I don't even think you can Adopt to even actually manufacture a line You don't know what Thor is You don't know what a Thor is But you don't know what a chorus I'll come to you and I'll kill these MCs You need to read it thesaurus You need to count four bars yourself Yo, I fucking I'm hard for your health And you know how I'm rhyming it strong Counting four bars But every one of my lines Them are never wrong That thing here Looks like the fucking island you're from Well, that was nice We all count together That was five I understand now I'm gonna kill him My Mr. Kinch I will set light to his grandmother With his bigs Yo, you know Yo, I'm bringing flame Bro, I'm gonna kill you straight He said, yeah, that was five Setting like the last kid you raped Yo Fucking hell Here's something more than rumour You are a groomer You know what he said Something about your bars Lack punch like age 12 dance clubs I'm the groomer Bro, you said that You like children and you want bruv I like children and I want bruv Yo Spitting bars Fuck it if I'm gonna come and kill your ass He's like I was groomed with the children But I remember, I'm sure this isn't the first time You've had a camera raping a kid in the park It is not And there is no rape You can't truly do me You're trying to tack true kids for being bougie But you are just flagging up Operation U-Tree You are a bitch I understand I will finish him I'm killing with lyrics I think that is Coca-Cola But it's not even Guinness But I've got them demon lyrics Fucking spit a bar and relieve your spirit Have you flying away Rhyming today Fucking slicing your face You look like the most righteous this gay Yo Stop You know how I know this man is a bitch Hands on your hips I can finish you with two You are clothes I spit through You're on this fucking cold as an igloo Cold as an igloo But let me spit two bars Come sharp as a ginsu But listen, you know I come and slew him You know I'm that true king I can tell he's feeling like a bitch right now I can tell by his mood ring This is not a mood ring This is a new thing You will die in a panic And fuck you in your facial aerodynamics I have had enough of you You are not an aviation specialist I will beat you down while you dream of molesting kids Dream of... Listen, molesting kids Listen Fuck that, I'll blow up your pal Crib, you can call me a terrorist Listen, I'm on that heavy shit I'll come to your premises And then molest your kids Kid molested I don't know why you said that Stop acting all angry, speedy And all taric as easy Trust me If you don't want to try and battle me I'm lapping as easy Who told his anorexic Adam Jolili You could rap and then beat me Yo Yo, fuck it All that racist shit isn't necessary Do not ass mop that heavy berry But have you come across like a Shitter version of Lenny Henry If he was very, very, very friendly Whoa Racism pass I'm trying Look at that excuse Let's go, let's go If you're not even trying You need some real hooks You're saying about racism But black people shouldn't read books That's an exposure There you go Doing your hands again Well Let me just drop this Because You can't be a pros then You want to diss my hair on my race But your flows are frozen Frozen But your nose then Do you know what I'm going to say fam It's some shit like this You're not a rhyme sick Fucking You can chat all you want But you'd probably die If you ever tried to light spliffs And you know I never come with those dead floors You know I've got them hench tones You're about as old as a fucking 1970 headphones Yes then I am old You are right You're going to be this shit For the whole of your life And the permanent shit I'm smoking is tight If you just took a little pull of it Your eyes would expose and go white Yo I've said I'll be shit For the whole of my life But you know I'll come like unanimous too I'm a big dragon You know what I'm saying I'll come with that I quit fashion Yo The fact of the matter is I might be young But you're 38 bro When you're 38 You should really just quit rapping You know what I come called on the rhymes And start scolding these guys I mean If I was 39 I won't really be Want to be rapping For the whole of my life Oh mate You are a fucking Why fuck I don't understand How your times It's not up I'm 38 I'll kill you all day With no reason I know why you're even speaking It's fucking kill park season Kill park season But with the freedom on it Why is my time up I thought your time was up You look prehistoric Yo I'm gonna kill him And make him drop it You're the type to go Mosque, sneak behind And eat a bacon sausage You don't even want it Trust me Trust me I am greedy with this mic I'll tag your name Like graffiti And how you gonna battle me When your face is that speedy My face is that speedy You know I've come sick bro Just quick Yo He said I was eating the sausage The only time you eat sausage Is when you suck dick I am choking ya That's the way we love battle rap Homophobia Fuck that fuck that fuck