 Log on, don't flop all fucking day, hashtag beat fighter. This is the debut event of the series, the main event of the day. Don't flop beat fighter, Brickston John, we're the fuck you at Mason City. Everybody on stage, all the supporters, all the staff, all the battlers that'll come down to the Saturday afternoon, give enough to judge, watch show supports, all the new MCs as well. Okay, we've had three beat battles today. This is the final one, the main event of the day. The other two were fucking crazy. Shoutouts to Natural, Dots, Rayman, Young Maze, Trucy, all four of them back on the beat clash, acapella clash, whatever. All right, as usual, make sure you log on, don'tflop.com, don'tflopshop.com as well, all the new merches now and store big up DJ Boris, we're providing the beats and DJing all day and holding us to fuck down. All right, let's get into this clash. MC on my right hand side, I seem to introduce this guy once every two hours of my life. I fucking love it from Manchester. Mason, noise for Raptor. You check the quill clash in the endboard. Absolutely classic, classic, classic from Sunburn. That's my new slogan. All right, and MC on my left hand side was also at Sunburn as well. You know the name from London, Mason, noise for Scurvy. You shit beat fighter, let us know through the Twitter, through the Facebook. All your opinions on the battles, we read them all, man. This is a new concept, we're trying out. So please let us know what you think. Make sure you tweet me on app Twitter as usual. Okay, all right. Chose off camera. Raptor's gonna go first. They're doing two 16s each per round. It's 16 bar number one on my dude Raptor. Let's go. Check, yo, check, yo. These two things I wanna know. Where did that eight go? And how much of this clash is that cake roll? Your bars ain't gold, no, it's talking about a nine days dough. Sazing, can we be in place like Bob A. Doe's walk? When I'm gonna bring water, water these fuckers, the markets already full of the cops and cars and the drug elixir money tank. Don't make me walk and talking my brothers and let fucking million Daniels track cars and wall in the Russians' look. You'll get finished on the double like I'm throwing dots. I'm fucking body fighting when the ghost right in the road is fast. Shots fired, if you don't know the bloat, then start putting two and two together. It's someone you'll know exact. And go the side, you'll make fathered homes in your home and die. Low the dimes in the whip, watching as you go a pack. Then I'm strapping explosive tires and the joke is coming. I've been blown apart but the people is only close to hot. Y'all make some noise for after, yeah? All right. Let's go. Listen, y'all, check. Y'all, I came in a rap humble, so I don't give a fuck now. Tyson and his friend, all I need is one round. I need you all to revisit the tracks. And if you keep thinking I'm wack, all of you can suck out. Man and God, cat and dog. That's why I smell pussy. Got the senses of a blackhound. Done for the night. It's cool in Macabre. If you're up for a fight, we could talk with our hands, but you ain't about that life. Cut you down to size, but it seems genetics already has. You're so short, you ain't punching above the waist. No blows, because you're punching above your weight. Ah! Damn! Yo, yo, hey, yo, eh. Kind of makes me a please. I wanna be like him. I come straight in the lead. No, don't flop, try out. As strange as it seems. Plus, he's had two bottles, I've been waiting to meet. I've got a dialect, but it's told to be patient and seen. I've got a major, they said I couldn't take it to sea. He's had them first two bottles, because of his name and a scene. But now I'm getting just, it's cause that's taking a pee. Still begging right beside him for promotional credit. I'll fuck every single older pathetic moment you cherish. Talking right beside him with the boys, with all three of them members. His name was always the fucking one, and I'll remember it. Now I don't wanna come across like I'm crying like a bitch, but I'll find more bottles and rank tire in the list. Guess he got them bottles through his rhyme asylum shit. Now he's getting fucking ended like rhyme asylum dead bitch. Check, y'all, y'all, check, y'all. I don't even rate this guy that's true shit, bro. Six million ways to die, you choose this. I could get a fuck about your little bars thinking you're on fire when you're not, you're like Ricky Bobby. With four bars, with those short arms I've been sawing off your more like a mini shawty. I can't lose to him. I used to do this thing. Back in the nineties when we were rocking Puma Kings with men, men and Gary Vorre's in their boot bags. Trust, I'm from the era of boot bag where you had two bags, biggie, small, jazzy, you're nars and can't forget the roots band. Ah, you can't fuck it, man. Yo, jealous rappers are acting these metal dramatic bastards. I'll bury the man in cask. It's a question, I see why he selecting rapper for clashes and fresh and fancy demanding. Plus every bottle's a classy lock. But don't flop, should've never rascal in black. Should've left him walking the box. I have never been past my running slow. I made this legend look very average. I'm rapping, no check, the gap in the virus and every fact is embarrassing. You very rock, so you better get rocked about this ain't better. Get better raps and the best get better with rapping. I'm cause I'm the best, no better yet. I'm the bottle king, the best better biker than you best bet that I'm rocking this fucking bitch. Fuckin' dead, you attest, much of me rush around with attack and I'm fucking scaring my death. I'm his brother's dad, desperately pooping and to his chest. Lookin' scared cause they can look with no pulses there in his neck, yeah. They say my last performance is lackluster. But guess what, pussies, I'm back fuckers. I met him in March, I know it's his potential. Talking about R.A. being influential. He kept going, none. That's why he wanted to use one of our beats for this battle was an instrumental. It was jump off, this guy was so high, he's like scum's rough. Jumping in the side for tonight. Having the time of his life when he offered some coke and I was like, now, bruv, I leave the whites to the whites, like, I've got two classics under my belt. You ain't even got a CD gathering dust on the shelf, why? I've been doing this way before you came along. Yeah, he's all right, but he's not real, bruv. Way overrated, done. So I'm one of the artists you drew inspiration from to make a song. Yo, influential shit. Yo, it started with a cup of the friends up in the ends, rapping about being fucked and I had drugs and a pen but it must have been sucking dick to be fucked and I had, cause you ain't crazy. Nah, you were just fucking possessed. Hold up a sec. Let's talk about the name of yours. A skirmish was a frontline soldier from the ancient world. So you are a veteran, but not because you're brave and fought cause you've been tired. I'm still trying to claim the force. Now I'm waging war. I'm talking the magic of Harry Potter. Patch of a patch of popters attacking and blasting rockets. Marathon is under God. I'm strapping the catches off it. Massacoffin's position, Kavila get cash, traffic, look. Smiley pants really crashing because you're high up rapping. It's a spy rematch on the next battle. Call it target practice. He's out with my fucking punk and his fire come out. Jaffa graminist, motherfucker thinks that he's a martial artist. I see you. Yeah, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen. Uh, check. Yo, I need you all to take a look at this man cause he's a fan. A phony, a faker, pussy, a stan. All the drugs cutting the help. A starving artist that lost the hunger cause he became full of himself. I'm just being real right now. You ain't need enough for rap. That's why you call your shit nil by mouth, man. Yeah. Fuck, man. What I'm saying is he's fucked it now. That he's left the asylum. It's all gold in EMD. You put the effort in timing. It's only D to six. The spotlight will never be shining. Look, he was an idol. So guys are spying and I'm making it. Man, you're just a side man. That's overhyped in his favorite place. I used to play your shit. Dreaming I was making big. But now the table's flipped and I'm chairing the same stage as him. You come and show me best how I rap on the beat. I'm my fucking rap veteran. Now he's battling me, shit. Look, he didn't want to clash with some money but it's not the first time Once upon a time not too long ago Lost my mind and felt like I lost my soul Infected with the evils, making rash decisions I've got a story to tell Is it fact or fiction? Might be scorching in hell When I meet my death day This is food for thought Gotta get off my chest plate Graphically beautiful You're seeing her But every time I meet her It gets a little deeper I hate the fact I think I'm fooling her laugh But she's calling it lost Master, keep telling her that this is more than a crush Now what else, with S.L. Vizu she could crush like Bumpa Yo, yo, you finally safe to keep it quiet But you're way too sleeping giant Missing David Vigo Liar Can't say he's beatin' Ryan, I'm a beast They can fool me in the cages, keeping tigers Stepping up and left with blood and books and brains I'm in your side and what's my play with legalizing? Remain completely silenced and I'm movin' on expenditure My weight is deep behind and first I give a little taste Train them, feelin' tired, then I'm pausing open mouth Until I place my team in Tiden Mall Or I can stay emotionally calm Cause I can probably beat him up without unfolding my arms I keep mentioning your team when I go for my boss Because without rhyming sign I'm no one knows who you are Now the day rhyming started, we tired, my rhyming stopped That's the day it's fuckin' fine, stop giving a flame Fuck, look Clash it over, he's in my heart Now why am I gonna get fuckin' high as fuck? Last of it, I couldn't wake the fuck And even though I play my cards right with Lady Locke She never gave her up, I ain't for chasing, bruv Now I got a date with Death, fast laugh Mums, he said I gotta pace my steps Ain't as black and white, gotta be more than the porn It's the fact that life is more like a game of chess Through the years, there's many moves that you may regret Told her to save it, there's no need to waste your breath Cause it's time past, we've become hungry For the legal drug money, going new, like today, respect I'm on a mission and I'm wishin' it goes well She's pissed off that I'm usin' a crib as a hotel Every time I come in the yard, she looks stressed Tell you that I'm followin' in my father's footsteps Livin' life in hell, while we strive for a hell of a life But only time will tell, fuck Ooh, fuckin' battle rapper, you're a cunt And I will chuck you up with a knife, bruv Real rap, no bullshit, bruv Anyone?