 You know, hashtag DFFD, don't flop all fucking day, we're back here in Stylen, it's day number two, it's a Sunday, everybody's hungover, but if we're gonna have a fucking good time, please make some noise! Last night, the fans are battling to stop everybody who had a great time, the whole day yesterday was crazy man, big up everybody that was here to support with day one, shout out to everybody who's been making with day two as well. You know, all my links, if you want to contact me, are on the screen right about now, same with the whole don't flop start team, please say that something like whatever. Alright, battle number one of day number two, MC on my right hand side hasn't battled in a leave for a while, we smashed it earlier on this year, please make you feel welcome, make some noise for one, let's go! MC on the left hand side needs no introduction, battle numerous times, battle in Berlin, Ireland all over the fucking world, make you feel welcome, Mr Tomswester! Alright, coffee flip off camera, it's gonna be one round number one, day number two, let's go! When I said I wanted a break battle like Soul had with that old guy, I didn't mean that I wanted to battle this old guy, cause your old man mannerisms get me mad, cause I searched for your music, checked your bangers and you flow like this, when you rap, he's a veteran and better than his petty rappers, old school style, old school style and the best of bands that got a flow that I'll take out, no, no, no. You mental spacker, you know when MC needs a pension planner, when he's still got a flow like MC Hammer, I mean damn TT, you're so wack that when you clash sleepy, he said I'll strip your style down till it's cheesier than five graders, and you've still got wrapped easy, and if it's that easy, then I'm ten out of ten, you're six, that means I'm four greater. That's some four battles in, all debatable, that means on you I'm a four greater, so I'll strip his style down so it's cheesier than four graders, but he's wack, when it don't flop, give me him four great er. Fuck your battle resume, it's depressing, I just find it funny how he is a veteran yet will battle me in a second when I'm four battles in, I can already let my written zen in while you can only pull the strings with the experience behind you like Jimi Hendrix. So go ahead, talk about my age, but that's a petty diss, let's put it this way, if I'm still doing this at thirty, basically on benefits, travelling the country to be facing off with any kid, I beg one of you lot, take me to a therapist. Yo, fuck a pre-written, seen as we didn't have more than two weeks with it, I thought I'd do some free spitting, I'd be flipping with these lyrics, why am I battling some little kid, because I wanted a free ticket, I've never been to Leeds, isn't it? You're right, I am old bruv, but hold up, I'll own up, you're so young you look at Carlos as a grown up. I went back and said he was doing break pals, I offered kindly, but if I'm honest right, I didn't know what it might be, I wanted a battle on stage where it's proper lively, but at first we were going to be outside, because he's 14 plus and he thought he forgot his ID. Now, the real reason isn't because of his age, it's because he's like daily life with stage fright, he ain't shit on stage. And do you remember when you said, you get played behind your back like the Fender the Jimmy Hendrix whipping, well you get played behind your back by no one, because you've never been with any women. You also said you have Jesse Pikman's meth addiction embedded in your genetic system, well that was definitely ballsy, but I'd say your genetics would all be Walt Junior's devil palsy. And just as he wears glasses, usually, and makes geeky references, does not mean he's intelligent when he speaks his sentences. I noticed in one of your battles you have a speech impediment, you said, we mix it, please leave the poemesis. Wait, wait, wait, why is he called Juan, is what they're all about to ask, it's because his real name is Ron and he can't pronounce his name. Let's go. Each battle you come with those cheap angles for the guys you try cussing G, so in that case you better have your best Juan name flips lined up for me. Like ABC, Juan 2-3, Juan this, Juan that, Juan Direction, the Juan Tid, Juan Frick, Juan Matta, Juan Too Many, Juan Con, Juan Can, Shut up you dumb mug or I'll give you the Juan Bang. Because those Juan name flips, raw basic, but there's something you'll go try you fraggle with your easy approaches. Just don't try to battle because they're simple to write with no kind of hassle and this ain't trigonometry so I don't cosign those angles. So I don't cosign those angles because you're a massive racist. I mean it's sad that when you spray bars, if the man you're facing is black or Asian, you grab your stack of race bars. You have a grand national punter, you just gamble on a race card. Because this fit is not a great writer, he's a Britain first page writer. You don't even speak to people that aren't traditionally English and newsflash, you twat, black humour doesn't mean a minstrel show you dick head. He's got an England flag hanging from his window sill and swinging, the type to say, oh I'm not racist, I'm saying, you know, Britain for the British. I mean he even said sleepy was Chinese. But look at his complexion, that shit clearly isn't there. And four stangles like that are what are the real difference here cos every battle I'm reaching, I off heads and killer breath. Every battle you're reaching for some concept that isn't there. People like him, where they live, they've never seen ace player for a bay live, never worked a day shift, he stays rich. It's mommy's money that he pays with, how do I know? Gay quiff, shit, wait, wait, shit, wait, shit. Gay quiff, clothes that are properly tight, I know who you want to be like, it's obvious right, Jeff, but we'll just call you Jefferson Chief cos you're a knock-off of price. Your dress sense is alarming, it makes less sense than your boss did. I bet you say things like Big Big and your pardon and your best friend is called Tarquist. For your name is Juan, and it's not often you see Mexican people unless they're cleaning in an American region and it's very illegal. And look, we only had two weeks prep mate, and seeing as we don't get paid when he said he wanted longer rounds I didn't get a phase. That said, let's just keep it short Juan. I don't like her, I didn't feel asses. And yo, I am old, but you think that that can beat Taylor? Well I'd rather be old than be that teenager looking like Harry Baker Shagged C Major. Chris is a veteran, part of that 012 killer crop, you know, villain or that whole style that you wish you got. And that's why you think that you're hot, like you're up with that team but you ain't king of the crop, you ain't touching the seas of villain and wats and niggma and nog when you got fucked up by Bleak. Think Wizard of Oz, this twist is stuck in a dream. This twist is stuck in a dream. What's more, you're a proper wanker. Oh shit, better watch what I say, because you live near Kent. Oh, sorry gangster. I said you live near Kent, sorry gangster. If you live in a home in Surrey with loads of money, why do you look so broken bummy? Aside from your wack flows and punches, bruv, just look at your hats, clothes, you ugly mug. What they really tell me is your bankroll is nothing but there's something about you that screams Nando's customer. So go ahead, write and spit your frees, but I'll write between lessons, it's only write, I spit and freeze, because a freestyle rapper, I thought that was the type that twisted B, you're tight and sick and C, but if we're speaking doxgee, easy body. Leon Trotsky, you've died when hit with frees. This posh boy, pure estate of Titan in the league, thinks he's hip hop as anything. Free signing shit on beats, but then we remember, you're in your 30s, live in Surrey and act like you're Biggie G. Twitz has gone incognito, trying to hide his history. You want to try and spit with me? Look at the difference between us, old, ugly, a mess, cold, younger and fresh. That's why you're getting beaten, pummeled to death by a kid that only when he comes to events, if he knows his mum's going to pick him up at the end. I saw your 16 bar challenge, and it was definitely great, and I especially rate the bit at the beginning where you pretended to shave. But now, you should have got the edge of that blade and started slitting your sleeve, because really your 16 showed your 16 and you're the shitest MC. You lack enthusiasm and your rhythm is weak, it's like a palpitation. Your heart weren't in it, so you kept missing the beat. Listen to me, everyone said you lost to J Dylan. That battle was the harshest, but you got through to the next round, you jammy little bastard. It's not that Ian Daniels nearly got sued for their logo of this advertised by artists, because you lost your battle with JD and still carried on regardless. Now he's blindly running forward while he's cutting corners, well I've got something for ya, crossing that line, fucking up the order, we'll have another one kill trying to jump the border. And even if I come with bars like Tony Versi's Shotty and all the judges give it to him, that's just another perfect robbery. Rock terminology, I didn't word it properly, it's like steroids, everyone will know you haven't earned that body. You used to be good when you started, like damn, that's heavy. You went from someone who wraps deadly to a whack MC. Bars, he doesn't have any, he died out quicker than a blackberry but won't admit that he dropped tears like Max Sherry. And people have tried to teach you lessons, but they just leave you guessing because he doesn't want to speak to peasants for at least two seconds. You're just a teen who's stressing because he needs new presence, being pre-viewed best and doesn't seem too pleasant. And what, you think we're tight? Yeah right, I have to shave my balls just to make it a fair fight.