 It is our 6th birthday, it's our 6th birthday in Leeds North West, you know the school we're back in style It's the day number 2 You want to hear me up or get in touch? Please put my links on the screen Please feel free to get in touch It's all good You want to hold a dog vlog as well All those links you need are on the screen right now too Alright About our number 3 of day 2 Pick up all the fans and come up Giving up their Sunday for this entertaining shit I can't wait MC on my right hand side Smacks it here last year Against Charlie Clips You know the fucking name Make some noise for OSHA Yeah shout out to OSHA You haven't seen that clip about Make some checking man And MC on the left hand side Unfortunately it wasn't here last year Pleasure to have him up in Leeds this year He's been smashing dog vlog Make some noise for Harry Raker Big J about him Make sure you watch it man It's fucking dope This is another non-judge battle But then we'll be avoiding On the dog vlog.com website Please click on the clip Through at the end And pick a vote We'll take one the second to do Alright We chose off camera OSHA was going first 6th birthday shit round Number 1 is on our shade It's good Ready yet? Let's put the camera in here Time! So I'll admit Ever since I battled Tony D 2 years ago I've been all types of shit But now It has gave me Harry Raker Time to quit But then I thought Don't flop 6th birthday And even though I fell off In the worst way I'm still so proud to say I've been here from the first day This whole shit begun Now 6th happy years later I'm battling Harry Raker What the fuck have I become? To get back on my bullshit For this battle Suck with the bad bars And be on point like a beasting So I had to scrap The opening half At the start When I was just calling you A cheese string Like It's no beef thing It's no beef thing When you know me OSHA Big man on campus Sick of these wankers All these powers But they're sicker than syphilis Mixed with six different cancers Any questions you've got Like I will give them the answers And I was pussy ass Shaking in the street Like Brazilian dancers Like I will kill him And dance with his mum In the funeral 10 minutes later She's getting done in a cubicle 1, 2 I'm on QR Come on a cubicle With the tissues Like a beautiful musical Someone tell this loser Get it through his skull I'm home with a bruiser Full of tools Full of bruises Full of Ravado Blast more metal Than you would in a car show No Canadian rappers A hundred bullets I am dumping the cargo I've been with the student Backpacking faggot boys Flying everywhere Travago Like You will get You will get Hunched in the belly In front of the celli It's like I'm firing It's like I'm firing Dead's line In the way of dumping the desi Like I'm under his sweaty She stays a fucking spaghetti You say stuff like He ain't heavy My brother Like your fucking brother He's heavy Yo, brother, I'm heavy So cold that's air Blood into jelly You get cut to the shed Come with the shetty Type of man Move to Elm Street And scream Fuck when he's ready Oh shit Prime cuff in the belly Of the beast You get buried on a beat This notorious B.I.G. bass Nelly on the street Only one outcome This loud man's scouts Come to like Your mum on her hands And knees Like a motherfucking mouse hunt So bad man I'll fangdam your granddad I'll run sack I'll fuck Oh shit So bad man I'll run I'll fangdam your granddad I'll run sack His damn flash And force feet and tampax There's Bevel handfracks I ain't talking sex When a cell stick this dick in a box And put 50 in his cunt Like Vivica Fox Dr. Depp I administer shots They call me John Stow At the wall We're in the Rolex I'm a brilliant watch Nelly Where else does you Harry Baker Standing there With your big teeth Looking like a dickhead Kick him in the dick And make you piss red I got a big gun I keep him in a big shed It'll bring hell boy Like big red boy You think you beat a big You've been misled Maybe only your stupid faggot Stupid mates has misread But out of all the downflop Rappers who do this powdery stuff You're the worst of the bunch The bad banana They say my style is shit But I ain't changing shit Barack Obama As far as Barack Obama As far as drugs go I got the Colombian round here Carlos Valdirama Listen Listen I'll bang the llama I'll shag your father No, that's life Frank Sinatra To make him meet his Baker See, when I'm shit I'm shit But when I'm form I'm a force of mother nature See, fuck though I bring beef out Butcher Baker Keep trying shit Like a Cain brother Like a younger taker Listen And this last line Is completely directed At any of you Think you're slightly more intelligent Than those poetry fans Lad I will suck your granddad's dick As I should have blow off your nan Lad Yeah, yeah I will grab that bitch With both of my hands And choke that slut till she Croaks where she stands Yeah, go, go Oh shit, same, same Not gay So I get started with some party shit The truth is You went from Charlie Clips to bar in this If you set the standard before Set the standard then As it starts to slip This battle's only classic now Because I'm a part of it Right now It has been Versed has been The shark shitter Versed the bright spark Spitted a hard heart Hidder versed the hard parts Fidder, you want gumbas? Well, I'm a killer If we're talking shells Well, I don't quite look Right like Armadilla Still, I'm Armadilla You've brought more donuts Into hip-hop than the Armadilla As if I wouldn't have fat Jokes from Big J left off Looking like Big J had left over Big J left over Came a chance at Big J's left over Get sober Just escaped to meeting of the A A, the way you're breaking down And leaving need an A A, it's about the reader Waiting and beating And A, A, or just a brand of Times repeating like A, A See, those were shit lines But I won't repeat them Three times and two battles To close it six times You got lazy, oh shit Times changed We haven't been quite the same since Facing tone, I guess it's normal To watch rivals lift titles Forever Tony And fans as whites Forever Tony And fans and cultures and charm I will teach your two-year-old son The words to you never walk alone Will you? Then explain if daddy stinks Because you never walk alone I think the syllables are in a bit Of a model that when it's live Upon you look like you live in a puddle I've seen it again in a way that isn't so subtle It's ultra-thirty smelly alcoholic Do bear shit in the woods You look like you do bear shit in the woods You look like round molds With more alcohol And a lesser grasp of language I'm half expecting Gazzards to come And bring you a sandwich See, I wrote that Then I read that Alcohol might be a bad idea But it didn't throw it away I kept that It's how many cool me alcohol ramen badly With alcohol and ramen badly With alcohol has defined your whole career Oh, this football it is But yeah, you talked about Gazzards You think you're hot, you're not People probably won't remember them But you look like Yanarga Fyotov Listen I don't know what the fuck goes on Harry and these poetry faggots But who on earth Do you think you're stepping too? I'm just bringing the weapons to you And I'll be totally honest I put a lot more effort into that face face Than I did these second two This punk I'll eat you with a rocky punch I'll put ecstasy in your mother's fanny Then fuck it Cos I'm a cocky cunt You get it Cock E Cunt I'm in the hood every day You'll get your car keys taken You're in the hood every day Cos your car keeps breaking Best believe If we don't want those teen bonding Trust exercises I would not catch you Cos I just wouldn't be there Cos I'm on the block 24-7 Like a fucking statue That Stop it Cos you won poetry slam That you've been thrown in at the deep end Like you're performing from To 14-year-old Norwegian exchange tunes Who just happen to be over for the weekend Fuck you And your crew You look like the lead singer from La Rue That you've been stinking a poo You've been snipping a glue You've been on more weird weekends Than Louis Theroux And if I dare to catch your mum in Liverpool I'm going to cut off a tit I will force feed the spiders And make her suck off a pig And listen I don't give a flying fuck If these jams go blocker blocker Cos my guns go fucker off it Stop it If you like this marionn row from correlation streets The way he comes a cropper Turn it up That You look like you have sex with your father Like You look like seeing a fucking Jessica Parker Like You think you've fucked dolphins And you suck off snapping turtles And you can't fuck with my rapping circle Slow it down No need You got it the first time Your horse headed squat After I feed your mother That's fire She's getting forced by the rat But you are 1920 Poetry slam champion You are smashing it And that's weird But that don't take away the fact That you're a thug And naïve Cos when I was 19 I was taking drugs and shagging fat baits He's such a maid He goes to star sex conventions Dressed as Chewbacca With teeth like that You should go skiing with Chewbacca Has dentures That look like trenches Think Jay said you fucked kids I hope you didn't But I do hope you did fuck senses Listen He's defenseless Against this relentless offensive onslaught His dad directs dog porn And his mum injects frog spawn That Your little sister's mouth Is where I keep my cock worn And I'm so gangster I beat a fuckhorn leg home With an acorn Yeah, poor Listen Listen now My mate when this battle was announced Said Harry Baker Who the fuck in LZ I said What? Are you insane or something? You know on the East German poetry scene His name is Bosun His name is Bosun I mean He's got a bigger name than Marcus And now he's saying something My mate said the East German pot Is he gay or something? Yes Yes, poor That joke's saying Shaving onions Cast Harry Bacon muffins That I will run up in your house And I will rape your oven Like Hey I didn't say it wrong I will rape your oven I'll shag it 12 times That's a baker's dozen Fuck it Okay, so long-faced teeth jokes And you try and bring the horse in But there you have an American It's clear that you're balding Like a smart alec But my brother Steven Don't let the bald win You've gone bald so hard Motherfuckers trying to find you Kim Jong-un wishes he was in your position Because at least most of your career Is behind you You're with the supermarket battle rapper Yes Time to kill the overplay scheme Ready? Steady? Let's get cooking When Harry OTT Like Ainsley Because this round I'm going on insane It's free, have you losing Dady, Vernon Kaby Letting Tesco with his Dog in the background Black and yellow, black and yellow No one's Kaby for he just Back in neto, back in neto Black dog, yellow background Neto, Google Imidget My battles come up short More than if you Google Imidget Is this a supermarket battle rapper? Yeah You're fucking shagged your wife And then offer you a bag for life I'll let you pat your nan's ass twice And tell her that that's the price So you're the master of coming up With random shite But to be a decent writer You actually have to write And that is why your penderans Will never get them down the marcos Only red lines register When on the barcodes I mean the supermarket rappers go You ain't even topped here You work in a place that has a plaque That says Alan Hansen shopped here Cause you ain't working weight rolls You're working out why your jeans don't fit Cause once again you're weight rolls I leave him ice cold Did an award to Jack Screamin' weight rolls This Titan icy sinking iron Talking great bolts Cause when this battle got confirmed Big J4 would have me an inbox from since Telling me you failed the job interview To work in Marx and Spence Not only do you have a flow that make M&M sad You lack the subtlety and accent for the M&S So it must have felt good to call someone else To goof you twerk But what you do is easy So go fuck yourself right back Cause this resurgence Is like trying to visit German supermarkets On a Sunday after rate It's too little too late And you're better up taxed To like your workplace Given the name change Cause mom jokes and Morrison's Both used to be a safe way Nice This is just a personal observation So I don't want any of these yorks Of mine getting all mad and that I'm just stating I went from Charlie Clips To Harry Baker in a year I'm officially the Legionizer The Battle Rack I had a big name in the game Top tier Dom Revy I was smashing that Now when I see my opponent's names I'm ironing up electrical appliances In the bath and that See I have fell off that much I'm nearly as shit as unanimous To the point where if I release a blog No one cares I can do six weeks hard promo for the show And there's no one there Only last year That show was full It's so unfair It's like my ride's coming to an end Like an old fun fair I mean at the last event This is a God's honest true story I was at the bar Ordering a vodka in OJ I got approached by a fan With a camp He said oh she I thought he wanted a picture I said okay He passed me the camera And started posing with fucking coji To tell me that my battle career Has gone down the shitter I've been tagged as old English In pictures on Twitter With a man like E And he'd be phoning A Like a hundred times And getting no response And I'd be like He'll answer if I ring once Those days are long gone And it's such a pity I find myself ringing A Like He must be busy Solves E I'm more of a pepper guy Ladling them cheese Like you get fucking terrorised I wish genocide on your powers Faggot MCs With your stupid fucking GCSEs And all your clever rhymes Like you should get weird schemes I don't even know what the fuck you mean I'm telling you right now All that self-deprecating poetry shit Is not gonna work here Cos your mates might find you funny I find you a queer Yeah you fucking big tooth twat Listen Do you know what you look like A white baser with a fella Do you fester things They should be able to please him at the time Here's a bit of poetry for you Harry Baker Your nan Is a garrie-teacher Your dad Is Danny Baker And if you ran into Mark Grist You would create a pack of queens It's gone sorry, sorry We got bad at the MDF Forgot me last But yes, it's gone sorry It's gone sorry That's something that I won't have heard Yes, he hit the league with the integrity of a poet first But I can spit a dope of us Got my own channel Got my own series on the main channel And you know that's so deserved Got props from Major Sensor, nameless, Bender And others all over Earth But I'm in Villain asking about geeks To check my local word He brought spoken words to Dope Flop I'm bringing Flop to spoken words You see this round It's gonna be like when I had sex with Rowan at best of all Fucking intense Now we did hang out though He was excited about Jamie and Skepta I was kind of hard to see Sophie Ellis-Beckster And I know which one's more pertinent to the art form But let's just say I'm a character on the dance floor Who believes that? It was DNA Again, I know we're only boys Because our mums were friends in the first place But that's the last time I let you tell me To do word play with Earth's name Oh shit Fucking legendary status The Michael Schumacher of Dope Flop Established one of the greatest But just like Mike Should have quit while you were ahead Because now you're back in track This battle loosed for this battle instead Oh shit Not only you passed it Your son's gonna grow old to get his past hit I'm not saying you're the largest But I can't think of an ocean That I could fit ocean And when he lifts his knee for up He's like oh shit To rethink this Your toes don't know When your knees are throwing chin digs I feel sorry for his misses I mean it can't be good When's his last look on the feast Of Steven C And piece of slice between his thighs Deep pan, crisp and even Steven kneading feeding tips Like that headset in QI does Someone make him Steven Fry Or someone make you Steven Fry Even his names indicated what he could be See the messed up event So reiterated scene TV Oh shit I will merc you with bible knowledge Your name's an anagram of Hosea And you only make minor profits See I'm the least as gangster As you say that you are If I was in a cage with a shark I would shit myself Then through brownie And motion the brownie And the ocean would go in it as well I'm so gangster I'll come up on stage say hi haters Take a hiatus Go scoop the diving And shuffle to your Marlowe And Frankie Frazer And get him passing up to The hiatus Nice And then I shit myself For brownie and motion the brownie And the ocean would go in it as well And I know you don't understand that last line For sure by now Biology knowledge is not as good What I'm saying is I'm so gangster I want shat On an octopus Rolling through mad pixie You know what I find out Your daughter's a fat bitch