 Yo, what's going on? It's your boy Err, battle number three of the day. We are here at the Dome Flop, six birthdays. Shout out to everybody who's come outside. It's the first break battle of the day. First time we've ever done a shout out to my boy Bam every time I saw this out. Okay, this is the top eight tournament battle. Yes, we do know it's been a long time since June round number one, but we've always had every intention to finish it off. And it's now the sixth birthday. We're coming back for it. The final and these semifinals will be on the main channel, so it's all good. All right, MC on my left hand side. Do you know the score he killed in his battle? Number one, now battle number two in the tournament. Twisted pennies, makes a noise. As you can tell, we're in a bit of a rush to get this done. Shout out to both MCs for being a call with this. MC on my right hand side, again, absolutely smashed it on three days prep in the first battle of the tournament. Battle number two is Sleepy G, makes a noise. Let's go. Are you first yet? All right, cool. Break battle number one, top eight tournament shit as I'm gonna do Sleepy G. Round number fucking one, let's go. We're good, yeah? Yep, let's go. If he's done his research on me, right now, dude should be feeling real scared. Because if he's watched that intake battle, you should know I'm down to beat down all these dudes with weird hair, but he shaved it off, and he... But that's fine, I get it. Must've finally realized he looked like a right bellend. Either way for Twisted, this shit is an inevitable loss. So if you thought you were gonna win, you're clearly gonna get it wrong because the way I put this shit together, well, we ain't gonna get along because when I put down lines, it breaks lines down. Whatever level he's on, like Tetris blocks. Two battles in. You ain't really said a lot. And despite the fact he's a no-name, this match-up's still got me set for the top. I'm a move like the Wolf of Wall Street. Why? I came here to make my name of Penny Stuck. Wins in DF. I don't expect you to get a lot. And he doesn't know it yet, but he's definitely getting washed, but you know what I reckon, I'll send in the message. Watch, I'll show him how these punches work until the Penny drops this rock. You said, I live in the Lord of the Rings fantasy world anyway. LAUGHTER Well, that was a little weird. Because you've got the physical state of Gollum, yet the mind state of Schmiegel, and this theory, I'm gonna have to speak some shit to make it clear, I just find it funny, that as soon as he finds a way of stepping back inside the ring that physical presence he has seems to disappear. And he's doing all this violent talk with them arms as thin as twiglets. But he's probably smoked so many twigs that he hasn't even twigged yet. LAUGHTER I mean, he's such a weird-looking Neanderthal-type thing that if he says he's getting excited, everyone in the room takes a step back and gets a little bit frightened. LAUGHTER And it's not at the prospect of him getting violent, because he's minuscule with punches. This is Tyrion to Tyson. Compare weight classes. Sleepy's clearly levels up in the size, and so if he talks about having them arms on show, skinny guy can't put in any weight behind it. The only twisted fact about you is that you're skinny as hell. Family clearly ain't been feeding him well. These punches, finnaby leaving him with injuries dealt, because if I take care of the pounds, Pennies won't be able to take care of himself. Yes, go, Sleepy! Face him nice around one, let's go! Number one, sixth birthday shit, get us on my dude-twisted Pennies, let's go! Bro, are you taking the fucking piss? A journalist from Faggotville. LAUGHTER Why is he acting ill? I'll let this mud-expeller calf run wheel and slap you till you're yakking up the salad from your happy meal, you animal. You've been going home on all them-as-the-price salmon deals. LAUGHTER So when I first saw the size of you, I thought, oh, damn, this motherfucker looks American. Either that or this motherfucker's motherfucker's an elephant. I know that I shouldn't go in on your weight, because that shit's fucking beat, and it's not like you're fat-fat. It's more like you just swallowed a fridge and took a shit. LAUGHTER Honestly, I'm trying not to talk about your frame. I just think it's mad that you managed to walk without a cane. See, I've been through the... See, I've been through the desert on a horse without a name, and for you to try and fork on my portion of the game, you'd have to snort on that cocaine and drive a Porsche through the ring for 40 nights and 40 days to get your order up in time for them to pour the skies the same. WHOO! But you're from Brighton, so that explains why you've got a proper forced opinion on everything. LAUGHTER You should get someone from Bournemouth to bring you some heroin. Do you do that shit where you spit aggressive-style grime in your bars with your head from the left to the right like a shark? To me, it just sounds like you're forcing the arc, because none of it's hard. You just talk at your arse. Stomping around like you're doing a hack, I won't ruin my shackles. I'll send you right back to that room where you practice with who's on a fat split and tell you to come back when you feel active, you glutinous bastard. LAUGHTER See, one day, I went to Texas, and I filled my mouth with soda pop. And sometimes, and I can't be asked to make breakfast, I just take a swig of milk and then fill my mouth with cocoa pops. So, more to the point. You can give me anyone to write for. When I lift them up, the show will stop. Or you could just give me a rifle, and when I lift it with a shoulder stop, I lick him down with solar shots, spit him out with rocks, I've got the vision of a polar fox. And Philan had a whole lot to say about you when he was visiting the home of Liam Gallagher. But hearing your name on all of Den Man's lips only makes me feel happy, because now I'm switching their attention to the real challenger, our body human user's body just for beating down a barrier. Because you're already in this industry, socking up to guys for a cut of the pie, and I'm still in my street cutting up supplies one drug at a time, but I'll tell you something for free. You can't fuck with my rhymes, fuck with me. I'll fuck up your life just with something I write. And I'll tell you something else for free. TP's greasy. But anyone who thinks this shit guy is sick with rhymes must have been hypnotised by a Mr. Guy when the prick was like, you are now feeling sleepy. Ladies and gents, to tear apart the spirit of this weary mark, you think that comedy beat me? I'm going to tell you something that will chill your heart. I think rap to beat you, but here we are. See, I pulled the worst twisted and pennies from the sky, and then the voices told me I should use them as a pseudonym. And now I'm just that newbie in Yakubi, and it moves like a peruvian and uses super-nuders as a truth serum. But you look like the type to be a special guest on Loose Women. Stand up in the nude with them and start comparing boobs with them. See, I've been spitting since I was a year. I'm not a new to this at all. I'm still grateful for the fact I had a studio at school. Rappers get a couple likes, and now these losers think they're cool. I ain't on a hate instinct, but I'm going to move on to some fools. This is a classic example of rapper vs. battler, champion vs. amateur, captain vs. passenger, and he does first-slashing job. A man like me came up on Brother Lynch Hong. A man like you came up on Mumford & Sons. A man like me, I'll go out and grind for this shit I need. You get a year's supply of life under a Christmas tree. I leave the world and fight it clutching elements of wonder. Your biggest enemy is general discomfort. So just kick back, chill. Just kick back, chill. And a pink patch quilt with a Big Mac meal. You need to quit rap still. Because then you'll try out, you did me some dirt. Seeing you get merked in a Mishka t-shirt really did hurt. Now you're literally cursed. Because I used to be the kid who had a nosebleed every other day. And then I was the kid that smirked weed every fucking day. Spotted a load of bars, shook a load of hands, and now I'm twisted pennies and they know me in the fucking place. But some people don't fuck with me. And I'd hate to give a fuck. Because you can't be everyone's cup of tea. You'll get taken for a mug. It's tea time. Time, let's go. Make some noise, round one, let's go. Guys, round two, CPG, both shit man. Sixth birthday, let's go. Let's go, let's go. Now I'm back from that rap to battle. Safe to say I had to sit my test. And considering that shit was three days prep, safe to say that I did my best. But calling this a competition now, that shit's a right mess because it can't be a competition now. There ain't no competition left. His verses shouldn't see the surface. Every bar just recycled from an old cypher or set, so we even know this has been like one. Well, well over three months, prep. I reckon he's still bought three rounds of straight-in directs. But I digress because a loss for you already overdue. If your battle record was to quote the truth, really, it'd be Owen too. But you're such a weird-looking motherfucker anyway that repping that Mishka gear is the only time you've got eyes all over you. Now you've got an album out called Torture Chamber. That shit was accurately named. That shit was accurately named. Because after listening to Brother's in unimaginable pain. Let's go. Add torture in the name to explain how painful it was to listen to, then chamber, because outside your room that shit would never resonate. Hold up, wait. You thought you'd win this? Have a word? They're multis, they in, might you? All you're doing is matching words. Your CD just shit beats every track stacked with an average verse and you've beat it yourself with them hooks, so look who's opened the can of worms. Battle career won't last long. You won't fly by or crash and burn, because I'm a class that's beyond something that this man can learn. Because he named himself Pennies. And that shit accurate for certain, because we know what rap he is in earning and on this battle circuit, that's exactly what he's worth. This matchup, absurd, but kind of rolls like tinder, you know? I'll swipe this bitch's side just because I don't like this profile picture. Real rap. Listen, mister. Listen, mister. Has to take a massive bite to satisfy my appetite. If you believe that, don't. Clearly a massive lie. Take a peek at this scene with your eyes and you'd realise that if he had a massive appetite, you wouldn't be this skinny in size. Believe me, I eat a lot. I'm right. All right, Tristan Pennies round number two. Let's go, boy. I'll run upon this guy like Brad Pitt at the beginning of Troy. I don't care if you're spitting in your serious voice. You're bearing the big blue house looking clown fucking guy. I should leave you with a mound on your right. Don't look around all surprised, because if you tried to come to my party, I'd lock you out. But you know what is for? Look at the size of me and look at the size of you. And I still genuinely reckon that could knock you out. Look, you look like Abe Lincoln if he was an AIDS victim. No, no, that more was quite shy. If I'm being honest, I only said it because it rhymed like, Abe Lincoln, AIDS victim, fuck that. I'll say it different. Bro, you look like Ray Winston if he played a Simpson. That is bang on. I can kill it with that plain simple shit. Well, as long as whoever's judging us knows who Ray Winston is. Well, you ain't got the stamina to shadowbox with aftergods. Kary, I'll rip that poison apple off your Macintosh and dash it. I come a lot for acting like you're Lancelot. I heard you like to scan a lot and growing up when you dance a lot. See, if Mully is for you, sure, Mully is for you. I just think your drawer is saying that you probably shouldn't chew, because what are you going to do when you want to get some food, but your tongue and lips are knocking on the bottom of your shoe? Honestly, that's true, but McDonald's has a cue, so you've got a bit of time to get your posture up. It's cool. Just don't go trying to make friends with Ronald in the loo, because he's got shitty food to sell and he don't want you in his crew. Were you already in a squad anyway? Yeah, but you've been going for years and you just got done recording your fourth track. So Fox Upbox, I'm calling you all like this fat sleepy gay boy, gets woken up by a flu every day, so I'm calling him Snorlax. Here I am again, battering a wrapper with an acapella. I remember when you called out that tally bruh, that was some of the moistest shit I've ever seen a dude do. He shouted, Carly, looked at the camera and went, that shit there was like 500 different types of gay. So I can only assume that Pew Pew is the noise the guns in bright on me. And anyway, the only wrappers in this entire league with violent speech, I even slightly believe is that tall guy from Leeds and Theo from Chef, but you look like you've never even seen Open Flesh, and that goes for beef when it goes over the edge and for females when they're open their legs. I don't even want to do this, all this fucking shit is long. Have you got a gun on each other now, can't we just get along? Because I'm sick of coming to events on my own and this is a long way from my ends. For some stupid reason, I thought this battle-wrapping would be the best way for me to make some friends. Psych. Fuck that, fuck you, man. Me and two kind of gonna go and bomb Wu-Tang. Fuck this prick. Fuck this prick. I get rid of him today. Stick a bit of cake in the middle of a plate and then freeze me away. I don't give a fuck if you're 10 foot 10, you look like that big baby and spirit it away. I said it when I sprayed. I said it when I sprayed. I've been digging him a grave, then I fill it with his innards, want to rid him of his brain, tearing them with a bare minimum of rage and still leave him looking like a missile hitting him in the face. Where would you go, blood? Is that blessed? I've seen him in that West looking, mad stressed. She's on my dick and she ain't even hurt me right up here. You better hope she knows the way around, a clap test. Let's go, mate. Yo, sick shit, he's on a sleeper G run. I'm a three, let's go, man. Now, I couldn't give two average fucks for twisted pennies because he's an average fuck when he writes, I'm twisted with the pen. He's clearly running off an inspiration tank that's empty, my ride better drive fresher. This match hatched back to a Bentley to best me. You best be at your best be, because I've seen you at your best and you best believe the best believe my best beyond what your best could be. Now I'm a nice guy, I won't deny. Outside this ring, I'm friendly. But in here, this pen, it pierces faults. That's peshy levels of deadly. Wait, stretch for the net where this pen reach. By now, you should know, if I name flip, shit's deadly, so just a heads up, won't be his tails you're landing on if I flip pennies. Get me? I don't care who your team be. With that irrelevant speech, how could T beat me when I've got twisted bars hidden in plain sight whilst I speak easy? Believe me, when people have been discussing this, they're saying sleepy, there ain't been much debating. It's deep, sleepy's taking over. He won't get no resuscitation because pennies style old. Pennies ain't currency, pennies just currency. I'm using his name to barter my name up a couple stages and I don't like the fact that he's so thin. Clearly, man, I hate it. Lines about sticks and that, thinking that's something most people relate with. He ain't got performance either. Ain't moving at all when he sprays shit. I just find it funny. With all them thin lines, this stick figure still ain't acting very animated. Whereas each line I design intricately designed, the calligraphies astounding. It's as if I'd had every written written down with a fountain, fuck your hashtags. I move more like Snapchat that speaks through written with imagery around it. I'm versatile. Each verse title does a winning round. So who's this kiddy doubting? I could get these written out, spitting rounds and everything twisted pennies isn't about just as a little outing. Or I could go more serious with jokes and go way in gasey. Because my vision for this twisted situation, just a killer clowning. Twisted pennies are legend. Nah, that's not right. Because I'll think I just beat him and I've been on bad bars twice. Alright, round number three. Find a round. First break balladay is on twisted pennies. Let's go, man. Okay, first off, fuck Mr. Tongsrister, for what he's saying, absolutely everything around is with Jay McDougal. On the other hand, I suppose it's not his fault that you ate some noodles, laced with yugel and raped a poodle. But no, I know I might not want to hear no more Game of Thrones bars, but suck that to your own innit, because you're... I've got a bone to pick with you and I'm pissed about something. You made a little mix called winter is coming. You can't ice and fire shit. That's my territory. So don't start stepping on my foot with your next pathetic dubs you pussy old. I bet you ain't read any other books. You think you see them out and I haven't it no more. Because for this faggot to last in that character cast, he'd actually have to be acting as Hodor. But there's only one fallacy that he ain't got Bran on his back. No, I discovered his Danny jack-up in his funny peck. Yes, I do. So, fuck off back to your faggots and your chip shop tourists. Are you going to come to a rap battle on Cosman for being a hip hop jurist? And you know you should have saved those bars for me. Cos with hip hop and battle rap being a odds with each other is one thing that only serves to break apart the scene. But see me. I'll hang this deep house prick from a tree house quick when I need my fix of that freestyle shit. You see me at the show with a bitch and a bat sparked. You see this prick in a video about bad bars. Right now, you're fucking with a wrong wigger. I remember how you opened up a... I remember how you opened up a tongue twister. You said his bars are wetter than the sea life centre. Shit. Bro, I could have thought of that if I didn't even know what a sea life centre is. So right now, I'm going to give them some facts. Between spitting bars that are incredibly wack to hearing your opponent's bars and pretending to laugh to taking every opportunity to beg it with staff to having a fucking gay gentleman's hash and four seasons there's four seasons in the year of sleepy Jesus prick and still he doesn't even have the decency to quit. So next time you go to a shop I think you should crop some clarity because around the time when you started battling was around the time when Don Flok started losing popularity. The evidence is there. So if you reckon that's coincidence, Regin, you're a simpleton. I watched every single one of your battles and in my opinion you ain't ever registered a single win. So you are not mighty done. And I'm a clear certain of what I've got the spotlight on. Them two fucking hillbillies used to clash dialect and say nah, them and I are not from where I'm from. And around that time, my city scene wasn't nice. Everybody saw two next guys coming on their thing and getting critically eaten alive. Nobody really knew how to react. They needed somebody to keep their spirit alive because I spoke to Lester and now I'm on a mission. So it's literally GTA V. But before I complete this is time... Before I complete this is time I'm going to get a bit soulful so I can really kill sleepy tonight. Because you've been taking drugs up town It's the morning and you're fucked up now But there's no such thing as a pod calm down So excuse me while I puff my clown It's my round, time's up. Wrapped up, I'm still at don't flop. Yo, I'm going to keep it quick. I'm going to give it first round. Twisted pennies, I think it started strong. I saw the sleepy G but I think Twisted pennies enter first. But I'm going to give last two. I thought the sleepy G but I think that's it. Two on sleepy. Briggs, March team just watched sleepy G and Twisted pennies thought it was pretty close all the way up until the third. But it was that close I think the singing kind of lost it for the Twisted pennies at the end. Nice bars all but Briggs wears me for everyone else. Hi, Pete Cashmore. I would have given that three nil to Twisted pennies but the singing, yeah, not feeling that at all. However, I still could score it two one in his favour. So, team Pete. It was the don't flop all fucking day sleepy G vs. Twisted pennies. I give it the first round of the closest round. I give that to Twisted pennies just slightly and then second two would be for me clearly sleepy G. What hang tight to Twisted pennies? I just watched sleepy G. Twisted pennies, I give it over to sleepy G. I thought it was a bit more direct. Twisted pennies rounds were a lot longer so he had a lot of punches but I feel like it was more diluted. And pre-empting the bad bars thing in the third clinched it for me. Yo, it's Earl back here. We had a break battle. It was top eight tournament 75. Obviously main channel. Shout out to them too. It was on the don't flop extra channel first. This is on the main channel. It was Twisted pennies versus sleepy G. Please make some noise for both the MCs. You'll see both of them back again and again and again I'm sure in 2015. It was on my right but it was a 4-1 decision in the end. The win went through sleepy G.