 The final battle of the entire weekend, we are here celebrating our 8th birthday, I can't wait for the night. If you had a great weekend, make some noise, don't drop in the building, that's not amazing. We can shout out to Uber for making this whole shit possible as well. We're about to get it popping. Final final battle, MC on my right hand side, Big T, make some noise. MC on my left hand side, Mr. Ree, make some noise. Let's go, bro. Let's do this. Yo! This is my second birthday and the city elite. And I think Rowan's trying to take the piss out of me. Quill says put the kettle on and Irv thinks I'm a mug so he's giving me tea, so tell me. What is it about Terence Bradford? His weight? It's not my name. Let me explain. He's even got bread in his name. I don't mind being one of those slim margin niggas, you're fat but you still got a slim chance of winning. What's the point of me battling Big Terence for? Like I've been dropping tear for big like on Faith Evansmore, I'll set the score. They'll say I shrunk his ego when I came after you've lost tonight and it's on your back like Deebo from Friday. He's battling Rob Wilson, he's got bars for days. I've also got Big Terence so I can't complain. If I didn't agree to up your arse today, you'd be left with Wilson like Tom Hanks from Castaway. To battle on red and arse wasn't smart at all because Ozil and Sol's Arsenal, they asked me to spit calmly but I grew up on ground. I've got a temperate, I'm a dupe, big nasty. You'll pay the price and I'll get your credit because no bank on me make you face reality for every fantasy I've got that game at my feet like Zidane in the Champions League going to destroy him and his team single-handedly like an amputee, it's a passion that I'm blessed with. I'm not talented as in question against the vitality of nothing, calculate to reference I'll be glad when this is ended what I have is unexpected like the chapters from the Catholics that the Vatican protected. That is disrespect, confusion, amateurs or veterans, this battle's been left in the right hands of Manbrew Dexterous the way he's rapping and impressive, all clashing don't give a fuck because I'll sun him like you're mackin' the conception. I'm no comparison with him because what I'm rapping is fiction, he can mix to the rap sheet but still he's lacking conviction, I'm a masher to visit for people travelling with him, you're hitler from Churchill, you just lost your battle in Britain. I'm higher than Hitman, you hit it impact clearly, with a kick back like Hitman's near me, shalaka boyakka, that's the sound of his guy, really, what a nerf, I ain't come to hit a big bank theory, Terry's simple minded and he's boring me, you think he has what relaxed in your rule of sleep, at his sixth birthday he had Gemini ring, he would get cut down to size to challenge you to read, he joined NWX and he was made a member, this saga will take his shine and stop his reign forever, and Terrence battled with DNA, remember fake agenda like Caitlyn Jenner, I should have come with bourbon biscuits to come with cheesecake, no cos he's fat cos there's a job that's at hand and I'ma go to work and have a big tea break, all the food in these houses caramelised and when he's standing outside there's no sign of animal life, they forced me to sit away cos I didn't want a little name, now they've given me big tea so I'll capitalise, go back to Chicago to make them sounds with your voice, I know where you're coming from, you're trying to find the Illinois, from making sounds you said at stage you shouldn't be getting paid, like you say when you get to race I'm here to set the record straight and never change, you're like a little kid making noise, erg is TP but you can't stick to the point of cheating, it's a thing you enjoy, but now you'll lose you're a crack shot or you've got your work cut out for you, I'm an asset that don't take on board, I'm a platform because I'm a train of four, but Charlie sounds a report of his persona, if he's a star the suit could blow up, I'm the supernova, I break him down for the crowd up in Leeds, I make a name of Sean Big, I've got this down to a tee, I put a spanner in the works, that earth's calling up a plumber, cos what I've got in the pipelines for all of you is gutter, grab your fat belly and stand steady, you're soft for crying out loud that Mack Sherry bottle wrap, bottle wrap pin, I don't act friendly like Matt Perry, Chip the Stats, every punch a pack's heavy like Jack Dempsey, he don't pack a punch because his mans are chomping if he's acting tough on my body mark, because he's wack his fucking up hard enough, because you've got him up like an asthma pump, but when you're rapping this up real, this is the act for buddy back, no one is cameraman to film and you have it in his skill and this bottle you'll get killed on my scarecrow, cos I'm outstanding in the field, Terrence is his name, Terrence is his name, there's no pressure being raised, we'll get along like a house on fire, like when Nestle caught a case, I'm a flyer, I'm a flyer, the assembly's a rain for the line up, but you got your back against the wall like an identity parade, I waited his event, patient and chasing with my friends, tracing back to the hotel where he'll be laying in his bed, I'll be breaking both his legs, I'll stick a blade up in his chest and be fighting for dear life, he's claiming he's a vet, I'm your trooper, and you're a student now, you're a rookie, not a vet, you're still proving grounds, and you can't beat me, I'll write bars weekly, you're brung explosive rounds since you are PG's, I love him, I love him, landing in debt to pay the travel expense, fucking actual bed, he'll have a sleeping bag and a tent, when no cash you can spend for battling out the event, just give his memory bank a Mr. Reality check, you're fighting over you, I have to tell you that, now you're standing in front of me, I should throw you a big mac and double cheese on chop your flabby stomach and backhand your chubby cheeks, you're all waiting, I'm snoring again, I have him born again when he's pushing up flowers, I have re-incarnations, man, what the fuck happened here, I've been calling out Tony D for the past few years, you got big teeth, battling re, and I sound backwards here, and even the letters re sound backwards here's earth, oh I ain't come from y'all to react shit, I got three ratchets, let's see if reacting, yo, big ten rounds, I could switch it up, or brock or shit, I had a couch chair, uh huh, I had a couch chair, man, I come around anybody to stare at me, it depends on Mr. Rita, the continent will shift like the big bang theory, I say big ten re suckers, exposing Mr. Re like mythbusters, who did you get from me, he said you're battling mystery, hit him back three days later like tell me who it is, the suspense thing, name is Mr. Re, I say Mr. E like the dude from the Chicago DVD, no, it's Mr. Re earth, are you shitting me, you know how many things begin with three and end with me, man this shit is like the Christmas gift for me, because even if I take y'all read from the free, I still get the shit of free like big ten ratchets, wait no, you know I wish you had you around a big kid with me, you know all the tall shit you could have did for me, all the snacks my mom here for me, I bet you can hang the shit out of a star on a Christmas tree, actually get with me because you could get a side job in the summer for the Statue of Liberty, choked all ass, you too big to be playing basketball and getting called ass, you too big in basketball to be called ass, talking about you chase school, you hold ass, to check if kids see if they got a hold pass, you was a fucking school monitor, all you see is a fall glass, the doctor teaching them to breathe like a bitch up in a Lamar's class, I say you're not my type of guy, got a skydive just to give a high five, you want to play games with me and why try disappeared and reappear like walla, I would tell them about the beef with five guys, but the case sensitive like the password for ur wi-fi, case sensitive like the password for ur wi-fi, so just rap or get a five finger depth slap or get a Ric Flair chest slap, it's celebrity death they want to diss me, you heard the Rex track probably haven't, man you should have said that, but I got the dots in the gray area like an iPhone waiting to get a text back, our Kelly sex tape and Michael Jackson sex case, a minor set, your smell won't go from poor to weakened like a wet, your smell won't go from poor to weakened like a wet back, you'll get a red back, clip so long it's rubbing my calf like I got a leg cramp, you want to talk that shit then go ahead, man you're gonna be a motherfucking steel bird, if you're gonna have a baby born dead, if I do some shit in here I'm gonna do my time and leaves like a grown man, I won't be fighting life like Eddie Murphy over some cornbread, Eddie was fighting life over some cornbread, I've been repeating shit for years and that's the last time I'm gonna say, now they call me chill like a boomerang, I'll be in it like the logo for the Hooters chain, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, but the clone came out like Gucci man, I say, quiet man, quiet, quiet