 Nothing but arrows and darts in my collection. The archery's progressive. When I first used it, it was casual. Now I'm moving up to practical, so you can be the target for a lesson. I don't think of you when I think about a water set of legends. I think what's his face possessed? Stig, Marta's representing. I'll play Psalms on your aged palms just as I read them. Bring your disciples. If they disciple, I swear to God they're guardian angels are starting an intervention. I'll teach Christ as I guide his partners up to heaven and meet you right sleep from the sky. I'll simply lathering your trenches. I said Stig, Marta, palms just as I read them. Guardian angels, anti-Christ, lathering your trenches. What I'm basically saying, he need the Holy Father to protect him. They say, wiring, that's commencing. It's the start of Armageddon. Emcee on my right-hand side. You've seen him in Dome of Gold before. First time since 2011. All the way from Norway. He made some noise when the others were scared. He's like three years old. For some reason, you haven't seen that crew with Armageddon and Shazam. Classic out in Sweden. Make sure you check that. And on the left-hand side, fresh off battle in QP, in sunny bamboo, fucking living room, in Atlanta. Now here in Leeds. Make you feel welcome. Make some noise for Armageddon. Fucking that, you know the score, man. We flipped off camera. It's going to be round number one on my dude Nils. Let's go. Y'all ready, Leeds? Yeah! No. Y'all ready, Leeds? Awkward meeting. Guile, shame, fear, admiration, all in the same blender. You must have some mixed feelings. Now, Err said we flipped off Cam, but I'll let him choose if he wanted to go first. And he was surprised as fuck, like, what's up with that? I know. It's surprising like being in England and then suddenly meeting fucking Aspect One's bucket hat. And they said he's directly from sunny bamboo's living room because he's into that crazy lovin'. When he's alone in masturbate, he fantasizes about O'Shea raping Harry Baker's oven. Oh, for making you battle the guy you've so blatantly copied, though. In my absence, you've done so well as the poor man's Nils, they'll soon think of me as the rich man's OGMILS. But I'm not going to make this out to be some teacher versus student shit. Is that what involved a cosign? I didn't have anything to do with this. You just figured if you were even more Nils than I am, then everyone would love your rhyme style. The problem is, I was already walking a fine line. But even though copying someone like that is nothing I would do, I'm not going to diss them too hard for it because, you know, got an English version of me. I think it's kind of cool. I must have been hard writing for me when pretending not to love my style is out of the question. Nils, I hate how you're all calm and immovable and ridicule all your opponents without resorting to aggression. It's my style. Don't worry about it. It's not my car. It doesn't make you a criminal. It just makes it really embarrassing that you just let your leg on being original. Most people will steal something on the low, you know, try to get away with it. What you've done is like walking into a jewelry store, starting to put on rings and chains and shit and then just walk out like, I'm taking it! But I'll admit, I feel humbled every time you get a crazy win because most people never get to be so impactful as to have their style copied by an alien. Yo. Thank you, Lord of Rap. You heard my calls on that. I'm so grateful for this match because I never thought I would clash someone whose name contains a forward slash. Forward slash. Nils and forwards ask skills. That's how it's officially wrote. It has to be so. You'll get mad as a goat if you don't add the stroke, bro. If you add a stroke. Like Sharon Stone with a gasket blown in the back of her skull. You're losing all your skills on one side that means after Andros is long. Or I'll take it back to when they let Eric back a go. No, back up, yo, because you're just another Norwegian that couldn't hack it and it has to go home. Face it. I've got their name flips. You just got named drift. It's like Nils and his name was on breakup shit. There's a chasm in their relationship. And you're to blame for this because you went for a slash. You're taking the piss. You may as well put it in HTML because you're hiding behind a second language. You ashamed of himself. Bro, take the L. Don't make excuses about English when you ask for it. Fuck Norwegian. I think you'd rather spit in JavaScript. You'd be like X minus one. Open brackets. Open brackets. Captains love hip hop. You try and associate your name with skills, but that's a redundant link. Nils and forwards slash skills. That page doesn't exist. You should call yourself Nils. Then you've got the address right. And now your name's got the swagger of a government website. Still. Bar all else. At least your name's the closest thing to you being a URL. This man has no rhythm. He just has algorithms. That telling how to fit in in the land of the living and still he's got the mannerisms of a man considering massacring kittens. Stay with your weapons system. Input variable sound outcome. But outcomes ain't variable. They never sound different. You are computer control free, but you ain't going to control in leads. I shut this shit down. Control of delete. Because I hold all the keys to walk around the street. I take it home and free. You can go home and freeze. Make some noise, let's go. You said I'm a Norwegian dude who has to go home. There's nothing wrong with that, you fucking asshole. I love leads, but I'm not moving to the city for fucking battle. Girls outside what they think about Agnio. I said, why? His face is kind of ugly, but his body's gross. You think that if you perform your spoken word poetry over hip-hop eats, then it's rap music. It's not. If you want to gain some momentum for your songs, the very least you're going to have to do is get shot. People look at him and think, whoa, that was a broken condom. He's like, thank you Lord of Wrath. And I'm like, oh, don't worry, no problem. Now when Agnios first came down to earth, he was considered a god, then a prophet, and later on a preacher. And as humans evolved, his status declined. Oh, nice, a school teacher. I wonder what exactly went through your mind that day when the other Rannunaki left you behind. So you always bring up how you're an alien. Like that makes you cooler. When an alien has to teach P.E. class on earth, you know he's a loser. You come to earth to work and practice your battle rap skills like a human living life as a janitor at an anthill. His family are making power moves all over the galaxy. He's like, yes mom, I'm still a regular employee on earth, but I'm climbing the ranks of the local battle leader. You know that 20-year-old who hangs around kids because people his age will have nothing to do with him? That would be how the other aliens would view him at their reunions. They always considered you a crazy fool. But now you've got P.E. class, the one place where you make the rules. You blow that whistle and turn into Joseph Fritz. Pushing them around, putting them down like I wish my space family could look at me now. I pray that Arr gets lynched by an angry mob. Fuck these aliens who come here and take our jobs. He wanted us to battle because we're both a bit mellow. But on mellow you're just well low. You're sad. You've got one of them seasonal effective disorders. He ain't seen the sun for about 17 orbits. So you ain't laid back. These are the facts. I know how to chill and relax. You know how to wield an axe. At weekends, he ain't clubbing with babes and hills. He's out on the beach clubbing baby seals. This is a face that kills. He's come visiting his land from the village of the damned. I'm having to visualise a brick wall otherwise he'll be seeing all my plans. You look like a partially blinded Nazi scientist. You might be psychic. Just a tiny bit. Like he gets an inkling when his boss is coming. He comes 10 minutes later and he's like, that really was something. You are pure evil. You have let yourself down and all European people. Man, I'm chilled, not nils. I should box nils. I've been taking a piss out of these verse-like pop shields. But wait. I'm the zen master. So I'm the zenis. They already don't know. I bought GTA V just for zenis. That went better than expected. You guys are very attentive. Furthermore, I just bought it for PS4. Because I've heard there's more text shots. So I can really enjoy the scenery when I'm taking long walks with Trevor. Demiring architecture. And reading the paper in restaurants while Trevor's outside insulting pedestrians. You look like you struggle with simple tasks. It's something I've been wishing to ask. When you're staring at the floor, what are you looking for? A way out. An escape route. But if I put you through the floor saying, now you look quiet, man. Remember when you made a shout? That was your peak moment in battle rap. When you got all passionate. He said, I'm Saddam Hussein, with Shay Gavara's brain and Osama's rage. And Vietnamese man's testicles. They said, that's me saying. I said, wait. You're Saddam Hussein, with Shay Gavara's brain. What are you saying? You just look like Saddam Hussein. You're just saying. But what? That's your chosen vessel to lead us to the promised land. You're a revolutionary now. You're Russell Bland. The ugliest that's going to defeat the fascists. I'm going to lead the masses from Leeds to Damascus via the holy vegan passage. I'm going to work on that last bit. Look at this guy. He's like, he's back in the womb. Maybe I'll think I'll snap and bring you back in the room. Back in the room. We only got hearing aids not too long ago. What the fuck are you screaming for? Er, you told me you wouldn't let him know about the secret door. If I was younger, but I'm Norwegian, if I hadn't been clubbing baby seals, I would die from hunger. That's why we're not vegans. You, however, are one of those prejudice vegans who thinks he's won any argument in advance because he's more morally upstanding to begin with. So you can probably relate when we judge you from a distance as someone it would be boring as fuck to be friends with. You've made veganism your image. Like, I'm above you because of what I don't eat. Conveniently failing to mention that you're rays of aliens can't digest meat. You watch me suck in the marrow out of the bones all disgusted. Like, I could never. Like you, suck in the life force directly out of human souls. It's that much better. But seriously, if you think eating meat is selfish, why would you eat something that's even more defenseless? Is it because vegetables aren't conscious? How do you decide? No one knows how humans are conscious and carrots are meant from the same particles as you and I. And you told real deal he was holographic. You probably thought that was a raw bar. But when you study your mysticism for a few more years, you'll realize that we all are. In fact, we're both the creator and the creation simultaneously staring back at one another. But if you bring those kind of topics up in the ring, we'll just end up feeling like why the fuck are we battling each other? See, most people go to rap battles to catch them entertainment with some hot bars. Have a PE teacher kind of fool them on aliens and chakras. I know about aliens and chakras too. It's interesting stuff. I simply adjust and refrain from bringing it up because I already come across pretenses enough. I can tell what you want from your life. It's not very hard. You have a dream that one day you can make a living giving seminars. You ramble big words and random esoteric references and deliver it like it's a high crew. Yet another great way to make stupid people feel really smart when they like you. Thank you, Lee. No plants are getting damaged under my watch. I just stand under a tree like this and wait for an apple to drop. The dream came true. I've done a rebuttal too. Don't trouble Evo. I might do another one in June. I learned Norwegian just to research this credit. Now I deeply regret it. I learned Norwegian just to research this credit. Now I deeply regret it. I can make a living making a living. This guy sounds exactly the same. And I can authoritatively tell you that your content doesn't change but I did learn one amazing bit of knowledge. Your first crew was called Raisin in the Sausage. Raisin in the Sausage. You are way in the closet. It's a national saying so the whole of Norway is suspect. Raisin in the Sausage. It's supposed to be a saying that it's the greatest part of an experience. These fools find a raisin in the Sausage and go delirious. Bro, if you don't love a raisin in the Sausage, just consider it unpatriotic. Once a week, his wife is like baby, are you on it? And he'll say well, there is a raisin in the Sausage. No, stop it. Anyway, I want to change the topic. Fuck the Norse gods. They're all soft. Four is enough. We've got our own magic hammer moving guys all above. They scoop up. They can all piss off. They've got this frigot. She's from Frigot. They've got a god called Boulder. They've got an innocence and peace. That's brilliant. He ain't bolder than me. Newsperson God is called Kovace. So I had to look it up, of course. They say Kovace, God of inspiration. Killed by dwarves. Killed by dwarves. God of inspiration. Sounds more like a victim statement. How many dwarves? Was it a horde? Must have been at least a few. I looked it up too. It was two. Fuck with them Norse gods. Unless you're a couple of dwarf yogs. Better watch out, bruv. I've got bad dwarves in my squad. I'll cut you down to size just a rep for all. Sneak up behind you, leave your legs sore enough so we can truly see how we kneel before God. The last battle. What happened there? Hatsay picked you up and held you in the air. Must have been very scared. He's gigantic. I first saw the look of slight panic. But then as he rose, it became quite magical. It was like Pat was jacked when you were rose and tied down. You were at the front of the boat like a true viking. You were on a high team. Your wings let you think you were flying. I even let a man pick you up in the air. Flick your ears. Tap your lenses. I don't want to lift you up. I just want to give you up.