 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 wheel spinning quickly And a girl over there who would probably kiss me I feel good but sleazy again, like my girlfriend might not see me again Fresh gold clean, well Krug is dirty, and that's a fact You seem polished on the surface but I wouldn't act so flash Cos you fell off years ago, now you're only back for cash Fresh gold clean cos he's washed off and sponging off battle round What's going on, welcome back to Dome of Flop This is Dome of Flop right club, we're going to head to another acapella battle of the day This is a new series of events, we're only inviting some of the dopers Lyris is down to showcase their skills, we're all out, we're back in jam Thanks to everybody that came here for your sunburn We're about to get to another battle of the day As usual, this is non-judge three round class So please make sure you log on the forum and leave your comments Tweet me my comments, tweet back and on the rest of the squad Alright, MC, to my right hand side, returning again right here at right club About our number one, my man Press One, make some noise MC on my left, this is what, battle three? Yeah, three, three, three Hey, make some noise, it's going As I said, you can tweet me on at both flots, my Instagram is at her as well Please let me know all your opinions We chose off camera three rounds non-judge, Press One to flip And chose to go first, round one on Press, let's do this Ah, I'm going to go straight Most people make a mountain out of a molehill in this peak That protein and meat you've chosen to eat been exposed to some heat Radiation waves got you coma toast and asleep in your Chernobyl retreat Cause that elephant in the room is that mole on your cheek Not to boss you coward, you're quite scared cause I don't fight fair Look, Austin Powers worst nightmare is right there Snitching your face ain't no reason to gloat I bet it un-eases your soul when fucks with a feng shui with your nose And growing up, no girls were showing up Now A hides behind the fucking screen Tinder apps got him a match although he looked like Butterbean But when A be showing up, the girl just stayed reluctantly Guess she might have been religious Knows how to turn that other cheek Shut up and beat A With that big brown stain on your cheek, mate I bet you got to go wash your face in a bee day No cunning plan That shit you talking spread like open running taps So when you blow your nose make sure you're wiping front to back It seems sick but ain't seasick on my wave or going far It's so bizarre how he got that mole on his boat like Noah's Ark Mole boy Fuck what you made for yourself Old boy And the truth is that I don't include this rapper in a movement of improving status Or my stature to be honest with you Er-off-illers though I'm moving backwards Fan, you should start a crew in matter Scratch that You and your moles should start a zoo in matter Yo, and those reflective aviators that you rockin What the fuck would you go by that They give you that distinct River Island 09 swag Stink River Island 09 swag I mean I can see me in your eyes And I don't like that Any fate or convoc MC It's clear to see the signs Whereas you need to read between the lines For me to be defined So sipping five cuts around before that clash with J-Rip That's a sure way to trip and fool up We won't consider you a victim or a martyr Your legacy won't live within your siblings or your father When you barely even been a little ripple in the water Short round one Now before anybody takes this as racist rapping He said he celebrated the world trade collapsing Action Hi kids Do you like ISIS? Wanna see him leave his backpack in the middle of the night's bridge? Gamble with your life on the train and sit beside him? Or maybe watch his latest online vid Beheading American white shit You look like a terrorist boss Just saying you gotta deal with And no matter how offended you get Please Don't blow up the building Wanna know how he got his name? Taliban suicide mission He died and went to heaven once I law gave him 70 virgins Couldn't even press one And I know what you're thinking I'm an evil cunt Yeah Looks like that ain't beneath me bro Here's where I take this extremist fuck And sweep him up I run upon him when he's preaching to white people And demons in his al-qaeda meeting And giving him a beating screaming This is for Buddhist Shiva and Jesus Or I'll catch him in his derelict flat Making his IEDs and attach the wires and leaves To his eyes with his teeth tightened I'm blindfolded and click the timer and leave And then ate that bitch from a mile down the street And it might seem a cheap angle to use against you But there's a reason I said it Don't get it confused It's the same as the rhetoric they project on the news The way you came back Having never improved And attempted to use Don't flop To get you some views on your forgettable tunes Degrades the culture But that's what press do I sent you here So I sent you here To ex this little dead weight throwback Cos I got more express wage Than an LA roadmap Come on bar strong You're feeble and mundane And so I bring an end to the week And anybody thinking they signed A My man called me a terrorist Hell yeah I'm a terrorist Got this terrorist I write all my terror with Bridges up and burning doors Melting quick Catch the flare from the fire nice On the selfie stick When I run through that cervical Seems my opponent chose it random Cos when her told me I had him I went and tried to add him But this broad band from the broad band In every single search I wrote You looking for info on A You need a witch doctor mate Found out he only had one shit ten minute battle So I wish I weren't involved Whilst you on top of the world Developing a case of vertigo Beneath a ten year straight Indigenous to you is tropical Got cold signs from some bigger names Now thinks that he's unstoppable Impossible for you to now try Skipping obstacles When the story of your eyes Includes a lot of fools Don't wait for them to get you poppin' Brother when you're just extra weight And there's a bench knee propping up Never gonna grow up Camel child until my hour's up Thinking back to how I fucked The light work up like power cups So whether beat or battle A capellaro on the tracks on I think quicker than any light work I've got tachyons in my bank bonds Yo, got ta- Yo, so yeah You may have set a standard That's blessed to be the best of average But too many packets Got you thinking you'd possess the talent Just step backwards You're hopeful That star, a enigmatic A Is just a letter And I'm going postal Terry Pratchett I'll be A with E's your soft core A and A, A with E That's A and A and E with lock jaw Your world play won't get no on-core When it's beyond poor The type to say I'll put a round in ya That's a-sophheric But fam, you're kind of round, ain't ya? A-sophheric So yo You ain't spraying bars You're saying bars That delivery is soft No A and R think A is odd Consider this is a loss How does fat fuck try to act tough And shimmy to the top When our lines don't even match up A symmetry is off Some man ain't scared of your punches When I know that they're dead ones I'm out of A's class But no way you can get some So don't ever try chat But are you gonna shift your zeds I know we're gang of angry vegans Who will nick your veg Movies payments running late Got your in-laws vets Shift off and smoke the rest I've never been more blessed Fuck it for one hour Only get a tick off lens Cos I brought labour to the party I've got a bit more left So what's the clash of styles And what's the clash of brains And as you can ascertain I bring the pain, shanks, blade, tank, grenades And that's the rain I have a cave packed with graves And scattered decayed wrapper remains And motherfucker looks like Body-backed baggage plain You're fucked Cos I ain't the usual spell Two bottles in and I'm a proven killer So how is you sift ill of Using filler Case in point In your two and two games Danny Jack and Sleepy G I'll stay on Sleepy's case hard Like I sponked on his pillow I will It's hot Okay Really girl What was that about You mean still me broke a lock to his house Went upstairs to his bedroom and started knocking one out What in that scenario got you around And that just goes to show The way you write your rhymes Vital sign Your level just standard 120 over 80 Blood pressure average Me on the other hand Everything I wrote magic Dope Classic Shit I'm sicker than the old habits of Rolf Harris And that's why as far as Poem And that's why as far as Poering MCs ain't a hard thing You were all now glancing at the Space you leave your car in You're looking at the Park King So you want to be up in the top tier Well, sold a throne in the crowd And they'll tell you It's like North Korea's border agreements No press allowed Five star reviews to each battle When it drops but I won't get A star if A stars it sucks You disappoint because your bars are Duds I'll disappoint if it ain't sharp enough That second clash with J-Reb was a blessing You can't fathom when they said that you were dope That was a lesson in sarcasm DJ Ironic Plays in college Now looking for your uni night On any weekdays on it But he's stuck between that inner conflict Stuck between two things probably the same End up with either one And you're going to be ashamed The clue is in the high and possibly the name Because my man hates Mandy But Molly is his mate I'm kidding He T-Total Fucked after one T in total Two T's in his two seat get smashed The T-T is total T-T is total I hate you Neutral Because I'm grateful Punch you in the face I've got more punches than a grateful So fuck everything you're going to say Everything I'm going to complain I spit another bar and I've got these bars for days So fuck Jordan and your flight club Because this is right stuff And you're real familiar with Michael Jackson's white glove Let me tell you Yo, so you should have shut that fat mouth When Ur presented our names I know that you feel settled today Because usually I can't finish a sentence with A Yeah Let me tell you what I hate And that's a bully That's a real point that I must make So when you intervene in other people's battles To get something off your face That's a real easy way for me to muster up the hate For someone I don't rate But wait, there's someone that I do And I'm going to let shit take its course And crush you when we ain't even clashing This ain't no spectator sport This ain't no spectator sport Nah It ain't nah Not a talker This ain't no spectator sport Wow Fuck Wow Oh, let's This ain't no spectator sport Oh, fuck off This is Yeah Right, let's have it Yeah Right around That's right Right, Kerry This is the one who decided to bring this pump for him Which was so fucking bad It doesn't need a rebuttal But anyway So camouflage children You two are swaggerless Check DARPA technology on YouTube Staggering Weapons advances Improve for new challenges We've come a long way from spears and bush-fueling Africans Oh, sorry Too cryptic for you dipshits Nobody looks for wood to use battling Especially you, press Because your style is cool And a kind of sore A 94-time war By the time you're onto the prime board Really I mean, you're not hard Frigs like you always put on a front to collide with bars That's fine Cos see my rhyming past think I a stock Many faced God and died behind that mask Cos in reality I will punch this bitch till the bitch stop breathing Yes And even when the police come I ain't leaving Still trying to beat him Like nah, I'm a steak Hindu green Yeah Cos it wouldn't even be a fight with me in this pretentious bastard Cos one punch is just turned into a great customer service He'll bend over backwards Shit So if you thought you were winning Use your Brain You've been in it I just started You started in 2010 Smart enough, press Six battles in five years bro Let's recollect You got one every say Two of those you won But verb tea choked And Dr. Freud was a faggot That's a no-hop battles Every five-year average in that So Lame And not just scheming for your rounds You ain't figured it out Well, take a look at the name of the venue For the event Cos you just got killed by a J A An Eminem Who fucked up Cos on a scale of one to ten For performance and lyrics If I had to score it for you You'd be the same as an Austrian dude Abroad in Peru You'd be a foreigner too