 Hey, what's good, bro, block all fucking day We are here, bro, block 7BW, one of the main events We raised the end of the long, but amazing weekend Please make some noise, man, it's your sound, let's go! I'm going to just get into the main event See how my right-hand side first ever battle in London Not London, London, I mean London, London My fucking man, Mr. Boo Black I'm Mr. Chalak, our bro from Chicago I'll show you gun sounds, we're on the left-hand side He's also a fucking killer Smash this battle with Shuffle Tea at sub-bar number two Back for another birthday, we got you now in the special You now back and forth, trust me Big T chose off camera to go first He's round number one, we got 2.30 o'clock Big T, let's do this Hello, Big Tan round Like what's up, bruv? What do you do, fam? Big T, you busy, bruv I'm always busy when you call her Alright, for me, if you get fluent And I give you a few grand as soon as you land For me, bruvs, I know you don't want to do it But would you battle you, man? A few grand, for you? Nah I'm giving them everything from random nando selection Harry Potter magic collections And UK battle expressions Or it should get real cheeky in a matter of seconds For suggestions, I heard your mother being Herring weed pills and raw snort So I'm in here in the streets, flipping off shit I'm doing parkour In the streets, flipping off shit I'm doing parkour They like Big T What you going so hard for That's uncalls for Cause I'm running through the bricks like Harry Potter going to Hogwarts That's a hard four The beam will light them up Like a BMW, within the jarred door The beam will light them up Like the beam of the Jurassic Park tour Beam will light them up Like Dark War, Vader Sword and Star Wars All in one core Y'all wanna see when I battle sugar Y'all looking for that performance Rocket launchers and shit Rocket launchers and shit When I battle sugar Y'all looking for that performance Rocket launchers and shit Like Kukarachis and shit They asking for it Like Big T, you're in London The size of the eye What you doing with goodness that enormous I'm standing there Foot on a barrel like Captain Morgan So you better stop it, bruv Boy, you not as tough I called you bluff You cotton fluff You sock and bop and ruff You the stuff that belongs in boxing gloves They call us Mr. Bop Bop Mr. Boop Bop Bop Reloading the cartridges I'm being exiled from SeaWorld Till I pop up and wet the first couple rolls In the audience I will run out where your family is living It'd be brain ameurysms Blue what happened to the victims I don't think that they gonna make it After their collision Everybody say pull a plug Now we waiting on a unanimous decision Then it's shut down Boy come through then it's shut down They ain't pussy, it's shut down That's what we do, it's shut down Ain't no numbness, no numbness And that part of my numbness Then it's shut down About my family That's some shit that I would never do To hell with you Man, that's some shit I wouldn't tell them true Like Big T Until I actually battle somebody We never cool You could tell from them last Several bars, I think Skepta cool Nah Might have been a big cheeky though Betty boo I bet he boo I got a better boo The Beretta boo It's something better Extra boo I will bag your bitch at the burial Before I fuck her Use the kennels from the memorial To set the mood I like to stand rock with a bad catcher From sand life I heard you like to beat bitches You use your hands a lot So you get weak Around the women you love You like Hancock Boy you like Hancock You like Hancock Redberry sorok That's a red dot Bam bam Bad rock When it's come out Smack on the ass With the Ric Flair chest chop At last with the Ric Flair chest chop Put the mother up in the figure Four legs Shuffle Vine Wasn't even starting I was gonna bring it back But I guess they like them Golf bars I used against it Since they gave me another T To swing at Sounding polite Had a lot of doubt on my mind Sick of all these battle rappers Talking about my decline So anyone in front of me from now on I'm out in their lights I'll ask me what you need for the next year I said you just pickaxe I've got a fucking mountain to climb I'm warning you mate This method dangerous Like something the government's still checking This shit ain't even got fruit It's intestine So before we get a little unholy Let me give him this blessing Cause he might need the Lord This shit's in my jeans My true religion They see price in the walk Pats down Ass out Levi's on the floor About to get hit with punches So your fucking brain pop out When it Levi's on the floor And ask me do you have fashion sense I said hardly I ain't saying your clothes are cheap The last time you was overseas We saw gems all over T Like he was wearing Ed Hardy I want to flip on him Like Jeff Hardy And let the harshness in the bars hurt And we'll do this like a heart surgeon Dissept calmly Do you remember Against K-Shine you said I ain't even in bunnies when I older And yeah That's that real duggish recklessness That I fucks with Heady Kid This ain't nothing more gully than Bunny references What you gonna do come through with that fuck Pops around And stomp your feet for the promo You're in my cross hand now When I'm at least lean You're one ear down Like a fake playboy logo You understand it makes you look like a coward When you say you hold up a piece Behind somebody's head So tonight You can look your killer in his eye And die with some respect Let's keep it real G If 50 Cent really believes That you're in a street-ripping heat Getting cream bro And you're actually in your hood Getting presidents Then cool But now you're here So what you make your queens though I mean It's Curtis Jackson Heard you rapping and coast-signed you Just wanted to give him deep throat And dream of a scene where you rub 50 gun camera like the queen's nose I mean Suddenly waiting for a smack Capture dispose of You would wet his lips with it If you passed him a roll on You couldn't count the amount of snacks He's got jammed in his colon This motherfucker's been fat for so long You put no vegetables in your head You was a baby born fed Destination 7-11 You wanna take what customers in this week section Your mother's the seamstress That Taylor fitted your waist Eat some fruit or kill yourself See how many banana clips you can fit In your face Fitting himself from all the guns that he's using Heard you got shot like six times Well after three more rounds from me 50 might let you in G-Unit When applied it You get the job done Without any signs of getting out or arriving But fat boy You're shouting so the crowd can hear You need to think more like Al-Tayyir With the Falcon beside it It's when you're shouting out Why? It doesn't sound very quiet Unless you're locked out Boo It doesn't sound like it's silence It's my make-up and break-up round This is when you try to get personality Take my personality and try to break it down All that tough shit All that pussy shit nigga Say it now Pussy I'm just doing what you did This whole battle And throw my weight around I earn respect This play for keeps I hit his bitch Staying in leave Staying in peace And a trifling bitch that even changes sheets I bring the tool out I move out Break the lease Have a one-year-old punch you in your mouth Till he break your teeth I take him to the building On the highest length in Leap You better hope the undercurrents Strong enough for you to make the beach All I know is your people keep looking at me dirty I'ma open their eyes And start to dip their face in bleach That and clean they act up I got a need for backup I'll pop a rim that'll knock them down And lift them back up Don't roll with don't lift them back up But out of 20 I bet 18 will earn like a Mack truck Pass up Pack your swift You be on some whole shit I heard you like to manhandle your bitch You bitch me You couldn't handle your bitch I'ma smack you But my mom said I should never put my hands on no bitch See I heard you like to break mom's rules For that cheese that bitch a dip What I may fine do I pick that drop in for the yacht The boat was named Tom too Throw him off the bridge And watch how I make Tom cruise I didn't expect for them to get that Ads are still But they still add extra to your six pack You get two white gum There's one extra in the six pack Stay on top of the beef I'm like lettuce on a big Mack N**** You get your shit cracked Your mother cried hearing it was like I fuck with it She hit the snuff and loving it Snuff for love for goose You ain't fly It's a bunch of fucking It's this shit priceless You the dude that beat Tyson This buster dougalus Boy I even make Mack dumb I'm loving it Y'all ever play charades Well let's answer this For practices Who's the battle rapper that Beat cannabis and her hurt the most Y'all say who disastrous Now could y'all stay with me Man who's the battle rapper from UK That's the most faggots Less talented Less averages Y'all say who's I said Tony D I think I need a slightly bigger weapon Preferably a machete grip Your melon is hench It would be a terrible effort Trying to tear into Terrence's Terrence has never seen Any of his appendages That's the sensation in his body But couldn't point out where his erection is Terrence before So of course But now my head's on the ball And I'm ready kid Fuck him with me Your roofer came in And hit the bitch this inside you Like a World Trade Center receptionist I throw in bunches I throw in bunches Explosive punches until I terrorist So mention my flaws And you just set up to fall On some 9-11 shit Go ahead Don't put no effort into this cousin I'll have them killers from London Hit them with punches Soon as he gets his fat ass through the door See I'll put bars So treat this like a holiday And get banged up abroad Yeah regardless of what people think They know about me Me smacking no bitch Ain't never happened before But after I smack seven shades of shit Out of this fat bitch Then you can say I'm banged up abroad Like when they put the swimsuit And the dreadlocks on big mama I'm like a mixture of Rick Ross And witch doctor and Rick Walden You was talking about going up in thoughts We're all Dude That's how you know Bitches don't let him hit off them But let him tell it Learn the hard way Till he's crying in front of his doctor Cause the hiv got ya You ain't riding strapped You've got big problems Like Chris Wallace And you don't need them You already got big problems There's not an exercise bike They can exercise you Bro if you fucked a girl on a period You'd bend the frame on her menstrual cycle Cause she clearly don't mind Blots being a little bloated, mate I mean, I know it's great Even fat's got its lonely days I still let a few noble aides know How to bone at it No, no Just wait Cause there's a difference between Being overweight And oval shaped The fattest bitch is a skipping team Fattest being this fat Really doesn't have any dignity When you're this old beast You make kids like me Look like chiseled beasts Make kids like me Look like chiseled beasts With six packs Sick old bleaks Standing next to you Is doing wonders for the inner me A sudden sense of sex appeal And inner peace Fucking zoo stroking his beard Those bitches cut like Beyonce Stride around me I'll only eat if she cut In a specific way Like how they slice her loud meat Boov Boov Like your wife can't pitch her life without me It's just your boob And my one-eyed monster She call it Mike Wazowski But let's talk about some shit That some might think's too harsh Do you know why I must wait, Terrence? Do you know why? Cause I fear being as fat as you are The last thing I want Is to need a new heart Your chances of heart conditions Are higher than your blood pressure After you get for a few bars Get yourself in the gym, Terrence Lift a few bars Being this fat Is preventing you from really being who you are Your blood type is foobar You shouldn't act so tough This a rapper with no drive To a rapper with a lambo's clutch Buying out on his face Fat boy, can I have doughnuts? I ain't sayin' I have no gut But I took it upon myself To subtract some of the flab dough, bro I've been tryin' to map those sluts Not wind up lookin' like Truffle Shuffle Tea over here Cause I'm fat, no sympathy Cause if you didn't want to be fat so much Then you wouldn't be fat so much Obsession with Emily Tillard You're trash That's the type of chicks to give you a boner I'd be impressed But she looks like Princess Fiona Turnin' into the ogre That's a big Terrence bout to stare it out With a rapper from UK Nobody cares about I can't pitch it to the club Anybody here ain't goin' out And actually carein' about The way unanimous is whereabouts Like, have you ever seen a gun? It may be a curfew times Like when you were standin' out in your parent's house But mine is only like the sex tape The fence was carryin' out in Jared's house What's to be embarrassed about? Life isn't fair Ain't nothin' to be fair about He want to get the fair one out But life ain't fair Ain't nothin' to be fair about Nick, I'm happiest when your mother See a fair amount of heroin out I ain't seen nobody take smack To the body like this Since the nature boy Ray Flair was out But this time, Texas singin' We makin' country songs Texas singin' We makin' country songs The car pull up and post on this block And it wasn't alone I ain't seen animals in TV like this Since Jumanji's on See, I'm from a sectionate structure Home to my comfort zone So when alone When I'm from the woods run alone Man, why you just can't leave a well enough alone? Bang! Shots on his mind I know somethin' bitches You pickin' the wrong battles Them bitches, you gon' strangle A lone paddle with no tassel Bear back tassel Then run out on Earth Like daylight in a wrong battle I like to say shit that make him think The shitty say may be weak It ain't unique But since you mention I'm fat It boosts the chance like a baby seat It's no way you should be in the states with me Face to face with me It's made-believe Only way you see us can peep our pen That's made-believe Earn respect What make people like you think you earn respect? Look at you Get the respect you deserve People like you don't deserve respect Earn a check Fuckin' around me You wouldn't even earn a check I'm a Brian James people remains I don't even get a earn a check Oh that tough shit You try to get harm me Only reason you call disaster a pussy Cause you roll with a big party I don't care why I'm at London I ain't gon' let nobody in this clique harm me Just know Tommy Boya end up dead And then Chris Farley Rather than battlein' him to death y'all Make boss and get laid off on my day off I ain't life in jail for tryin' to J-Walk I'd rather play MJ Game ball, game six of the playoffs I'd rather play baseball And my starting pitcher was Ray Charles I'd rather play soul and be caught with a soul And a chainsaw And the only way to get friends For me to cut half of my face off I'd rather work at a German work camp And get caught boy a-wall on 8-0 I'd rather fuck the same bitches Magic Johnson and Easy-E-Fuck Everyday Raw That's the raw shit Boy, you should be happy your diet's got no veggie It must've been tough for that slug to get through your stomach Cause it wasn't eatin' through no lettuce Imagine it A rifle gang Poppin' shots from the burner And him fleeing the scene like fuck this shit I'm not gettin' murdered And surprising Cause the blood loss from his gut shot Was cut off by a burger And I know the imagery of that is pretty gruesome isn't it But not as gruesome as them removing it from the wound And then you askin' if you can finish it I will stretch your fuckin' murder Don't tempt me My pen bleed arson it For future reference Give me any dreaded American head I'm a hard-to-stick You're dreaded But I play the bread that is partin' this I'm gonna cut this plane to red Or burn arson this And this, this kibble dicks This kibble dicks Bingo wings Means he keeps extra arms on it Hey lookit, lookit, lookit It would not matter if a gun sparked on him Bullets wouldn't get far Toward that lard on him Your bras got lard guns in I'll bet your belly buttons To create a big enough to fit a small apartment In which the dumb hidden in your armpits Or weapon lard When they pop shots at you When you got to the hospital They couldn't find a bed big enough To fit your carcass in He couldn't even get out of the whip Fireman acts a cum And rip the roof off the car For when your heart's got a jarred rhythm Because there's too much harkin' dars in it It pumps live It pumps live And makes you lethargic And your bras is far too big For you to be half arson this See you? You've got authenticity But no heart in this And your near-death experience Plays a big vital part in it Because the defibrillator was the last time He had that spark in him See? He was talkin' about you now And now he's sparkin' him And I believe Because you're a good performer The only time you ever snapped And got into a mix-up It was a fuckin' muller corner That was a rote for me Let me use the URL gun analogy If I ain't explaining it properly I need cartridges Because the contents of a clip Isn't made for a shot Let me guess