 We have reached the acapella format main event of the day. Brickston John, please make some noise. Let's go! The acapella main event format battle of the day. It's gonna be very dope. We've got Scotland, Berth, Australia. I'm gonna introduce the MCs. We get straight into the class for this one minute. I'm sorry, one round battle. MC on my right-hand side, he's appeared in Don't Flop Australia many times. This is second appearance in Don't Flop UK. From all the way, Adelaide, Australia. Make some fucking noise, my man, purpose. Yeah! Scotland, the current Don't Flop champion, one of the illest lyricists in the game. My man, Saul, makes some fucking noise. Well, this is a no-judge battle thing. It's gonna be like a 12-minute battle. I'm really, really looking forward to this one. Well, please, please, please leave a comment, have a tweet, anything you want, let us know your opinions. No further ado, Don't Flop right, club is on my man, Saul. Round one, let's do this. Yo, I don't give a fuck about you. But I'm still snapping. They don't give a fuck about you. You should quit rapping. That's why I went first, to help with this kid bragging, because it'll get more views if they don't have to skip past him. Yo, are you from the WRCs? Sure it would be so easy to fucking clown, but I respect what you did for the culture, how you brung it out the underground. I'm serious. If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't be up here now. I mean, the Australian division's got... Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Did you say the Australian division? Who did say it the sickest? Damn sure, spray in it wicked. Masking the preparation you did with, premeditating your flips in, being just good enough to be gave the decision, but just bad enough that nobody would say it was written. Strictly scripted, everything him and Prime done, learned to walk a fine line, never learned to write one. Oh, it's all free. Learned to walk a fine line, never learned to write one. Oh, it's all freestyle. Piss off, tourists. That final lick was written like a hip-hop purist, for a way he kind of sounds like his WRC-type of rams. So either he's writing then, or he's freestyling now. The only difference is the content is changed from the moms that he's writing to the glocks that he sprays, like that's not his name, plus the quality stage sort of the same. And he's WRC, he's the Scotsman today, he says it's chopper or blaze, that shit won't fly, like Colin McRae, battles like Bobby Boucher, when you tell him whatever is right, play that line, back it's a song and a dance, like a Bobby would act. So if this osmica splashes, Qantas is crashed, and if he draw on the strap his oxygen mask dropped from the hatch. I'm saying, can't make a profit of that, Qantas is pricey. So if he's CBA with the feds, that's his fly B aisle seats, airplane bun. No shit, they always say they love it. You rapping about chemtrails, I'm always above them. Give a safety demonstration on which doors detach as floating rafts, cause I got a book with a load of stamps like an old and sad lonely man. That's why any shit match I've done is just six half a dozen, the Royale with cheese and Big Mac discussion Vince had to ill mac. But this man, you're bugging, I stepped down for kids that's above him, you just lucky that you tripped past through London with the suitcase, fruitcake gets gif wrapped in stuff then you need to get past his customs like Ben Ladin's cousins, after a surf purpose like this battle doesn't. No, the match we're struggling. I mean, this is the champ of the biggest league in the British scene, against the guy who entered a tournament where the grand prize was a trip to Leeds. Even when it be, I've been on a killing spree, can't stop smoking man, you didn't beat nicotine. Yo, but still he's gonna say that I would never have taken Tony's throne, we'll let this queen from the Stone Age sing about it cause no one knows, but you become nowhere closer, half is hard. So watch him meet his heart out like a calisar, you must be blazed on the trees like the Naviar to link the air through a beast like an avatar. Yo, so rap your bars about how Tony D is the champ, not me. You didn't win the clash to get to clash or man in Leeds, then didn't win the clash, you didn't win the clash to get, oh please, nicotine replacement, hey. Past his face is up in the sky, I'm Rafiki, with the rattle, I shake him up for the pride, man, I touch him with the left and then raise them up with the right, give your face a burgundy stripe and I ain't gonna circle all night. Wrong way like Sanskrit scrolls and palindromes, you can get stuck in bed me, the wrong way like Sanskrit scrolls and palindromes, you can get stuck in your head, ring, ring, ring, banana phones, let's get closed. Trying to front like he got hands on stone, you answer phones, posh boy, back, stories like talent shows. He didn't beat nicotine, in the scene he's a cancer girl, got body by a pack of smokes, I'm acid dope, cracking coke, this was a bad trip for you. Watch Alice go down the rabbit hole and find out why a raven's like a writing desk, I'm Alan Poe. Habit show, any aptitude to adapting girl just a stagnant old bag of bones and battle raps, catacombs, you were good in Purpose and Prime, he was 360 and anecdote, but Purpose been out his prime since 360s became an anecdote. Now this bitch got a machine gun like Amber Rose, we seen your pussy before you crossed back over like Sharon Stone, black and gold, he got a couple gigs like Sam Sparrow, but after those they'll be slashing shows like Axl Rose. Hyping up the zets of a clash with Soul, this ain't remember the Alamo defense of the Navajo, Venom and Antidote, it's Tex and Islamophobes, you clock into bombing, get the Amid Mohamid role. Go on with bars, it's a body bag strier and you can watch men crying at this Aussie man there. Bar the van there, you can catch that. Let's go. The WRC's worse shit. That's cause nobody knows how to freestyle, but since you insist on digging up the pass, I'm gonna have to turn him up WRC style. You look like one of LL Cool J's meth head schoolmates. That shit was not cool. I don't know what school you enrolled at. I feel like the comic book guy. They dropped Soul in my lap now I control that. Earl B like Bart Simpson after this and that's a cold fact cause he'll be camped out all night trying to get his Soul back. Line him out, I take Britain just by storm like finding out that Kate Middleton tried porn. Stay swinging, I may kill him, but life's short. Toss him in the river, we'll say big on the white chalk. Are we in here? Yeah. Dismiss the evidence cause it's not what the witness says it is. It's an oxymoron, your rounds are filled with emptiness. I'm an orthodox, as obscure as Mr. Mitchell's references, something, something, something, Olympic medallion. Easy one to play, you just compile phrases to rhyme then pick a scheme and punch away, but it's awkward to say the least cause all the themes just fluctuate. You've got shit everywhere. I'm in here cleaning up the place. If he's saying shit like, I was eating chocolate brownies in Orange County with Robert Downey and Rhonda Rath and she locks me out. She locks me out and the doctor found me. She locked me out and I lost my housekeeper. Blah, blah, blah, bro, don't even trip. You sound like groundskeeper Willie reading a grocery list. Cause they say he's the UK King but he showed up spitting half fast so he'll go out like one. They'll just find his bones under a car park. You plant a ride to the top and show it up with your staff pass till I turn it to Drey 2001 and I'll be blow up when the car starts. We can go up the coastline, toss him over the side where the ships float, then ride about it as he fall. These are just the cliff notes. What's this, some kind of sick joke? I came straight from Amsterdam, of course my shit's dope, wait. Roll with it, this chomp shook. I fold him up with one hook. Keep that stove lit like a drug cook. Leave soul twisted, that's club foot. Whoa. You call rappers on their bullshit egos and I respect that. But don't pretend that you're not a hypocrite yourself, bro, forget that. Watch him put his hoodie up when his confidence bends then he's screaming his heart out like he's a boss in his ends. See, even you planned for the lights and got lost in the trends. Solar guests sucked in the end. This is Cossick's revenge. I've got the drop on you. You were soaking when they told you to take a walk. You got buoyed off, they banned him. He was acting like a baby in that boycott, demanded. Let's face it, that day your boy lost from the coin toss. Now he in the jungle like Tarzan living in a tree house with a loincloth. Man, I screwed your face up, you should be making notes. Come on, Billy Connolly, I'm gonna take a joke. When we met, he said, remember when Eminem was born in Bethlehem? I said, don't you mean Jesus? He said, I know, right? Represent. Get out of this one. Man's never been in Brixton when it's shot down. This battle's peaking, it's shot down. Big things pussy, it's shot down. Jam on beats and it's shot down. Went to the show, kicking it like Dunno. You going back track two and get shot down. Rush your flow and get shot down. Boy, let it go, you got shot down. Oh man, I really wanted to do that. Cush, got crystals in it. I'm riding low with the windows tinted. Those doctors nearly killed my sister. I watched her pop those pills at dinner. This position might explain my disposition, but my hand don't shake, my lip don't quiver, that pussy shit, kitty litter. Yo, when your fans see this, they're gonna say we couldn't pick a winner, which basically means my favorite guy lost even though his shit was killer. See, my third round against Quill was a metaphor for this conviction. So today's forecast is more bath than the prison system. Camera cut, I'm in Dubai on a quad bike, popping wheelies in it. Camera cut, you in five. Brushing the cat food out, you're kidding. Place brave in another shitty winter, waiting for your girlfriend to come on Skype, but because of the time difference, she's still at dinner. Felt even kidnabishive. The thing about multis is if all you do is that, it's thoughtless. Me, I infuse that with all this. Let my jewels hang, just flawless. You're not a new jack, you caught it. Your shit against you now was awesome, but when the average person hears you rap, it bores them. Cause the methods all that holds it together like a Wu-Tang performance. So they took bites from the ulcer, a time bomb, twist and chronic. Still atomic is the soul for our rise from. When there's no passion, you miss the fans this world's stolen the light from. They use these cultural icons as a shoulder to cry on. You are dimensional, but you think just bars is ample. Just punches, no kicks, arm bars or grapples, which means no presence in these half-ass angles. So when I show up with the total package that ass get trampled. That's the thing about being a great writer, so it's only half the battle, number 83. Come on, man! Come on! If you're a pimp, you've got eye-evis full of cool lead. Starting with Marcus, ain't the smartest. I make a tool sprint. You said me, I give you all the nothing. Touch the oven, it's bad work. Yorkshire pudding, you call out, you bomb out. I did it.