 Yo, yo, you get jacked in a cubicle and your mother is magically beautiful Thinking if my August raided, then look up on my Marjah's face as well and then you charge up facing Good, we're back here, checkpoint 2, still don't flop all fucking day, you know the score Ministry of sound, please give it up one time, it makes it annoying Style, shout to the fans, shout to the VIP, shout to all the ticket holders, you know the fucking deal Most of them shout to the battlers, putting their pride on the line, you know the score This is checkpoint 2, all your opinions on the battle if you want them seen by us Make sure you hashtag them checkpoint 2, no further ado I'll do MC on my fucking right hand side, please make some noise for unanimous, let's go You wanna see him in a couple battles before? You just had a big international coming off a big team On my left hand side, this is man like Gemini Gem's first, all right man, we've got three rounds promo, you know the deal, ask it on every single battle Make sure you click through on the poll at the end of the video We've got thousands, I've been doing that every single battle, thanks a lot to everybody This one's no different All right, it's Gem versus Unan, round number one on Gem, checkpoint Yo, see I was not impressed with sloppy seconds But they gave me Tommy Villis, could they think me in TV is the match now? I said really? I mean the crowd just feed him cause he acts loud, that's why I'm comfortable I feel like I've got my feet up with a slag round Cause when I beat this bitch I'm putting TV in a background So then you get this shit started I'm battling this broke, smelly retarded, fat degenerate bastard who fabricates about the weapons he's blasting Cause in real life you ain't got a penny regardless, you're at home Checking your harvest while you're having a hard time getting your mum off that top gear Like she was Jeremy Clark They think this vets destroying me because he can stretch his voice and scream But he brought this wall to the surface, thinking he could float on my wave Now you get to test the buoyancy, what that means is you're drowning here I already know that you sound prepared and equipped with some of your best rounds, it's clear You bring your best out, you're up against the best out lost shit I mean my goal was achieved, your goal was reached You went for that crown and we know how that went down, it's clear We know how that went down but the fans thought you would take it proud You had the whole crowd prepared for a minute you stole that picture then had to give it back That's the true story about Thomas in that crown affair I mean your history shows a pattern of losses in between the battles as your victories grow Then I found it clear, your inconsistency is prone to overhyping from round your pier So you lose all your big battles after winning so many then fall back down This weird face fax, your career, it's like a face tap The image represents you catch buddies but we just see you dropping down a tear But it's how you take a loss Tommy, that's what makes you grow When I lost my first thought I'll remember No wait, I don't They want to fight to death, they all want to fight to death So I'm gonna cut inside your flesh with a butterfly knife When I stick it in your stomach right then left that one moment in history We'll forever change your future that is this Butterflies effect, walk down to me Down to me, keep on starting like a vet I just come to kill whether you're in mid-tier or top-sea They just give me your raw body and I tell them why the fucking guy is dead But on behalf of all my Jamaican man then Stop speaking a Jamaican accent On behalf of all my Jamaican man Stop using a Jamaican accent It's cringey as fuck whenever you do that crap I'm thinking Of my family pictures Trying to add the image of a black and village in a background with a Jamaican hat and Guinness I know you thought it was cool But scratch that it was a rash decision Stop trying to cater to the crowd That just makes you a little bitch All you do is take some simple shit Add multiple words that rhyme in a silly pitch Bit equipped with descriptive images Like when you talk direct You'll use a syringe as an instrument to viciously rip him into chicken strips Hard Yeah It is, it is, it is But when you think of it Whenever you ever heard someone say like Look, watch out for my mother Herdy's got a syringe with him A syringe? A syringe Really? Tommy, they're meant to help you with your life Just cause they've been hurting your mum They're getting twisted She just didn't use them right I'm using her at the time Bro, I could have started this off With a quick comparison He called me Jeremy Clarkson And after this should be crashing and burning That's Richard Hamilton It's the other guy in top gear, you're melon Check me That's it, that's it It's like, yo This battle got me feeling sensitive Like he's just a prophetic kid He ain't ready for the relentless shit This was supposed to be a censors clip But fuck it, I'm a-centering with sentences Like It's about to be like the Champions League Final War Two teams competing for the last points in the premier shit What that means is It ain't about to be some friendly shit Yeah, yeah It ain't about to be some friendly shit Well fuck it, I'll be the first to admit it I got kinda killed by a tome But don't act like I'm below the belt When you don't even own a belt for me to swim below Yeah, I just swing the hits in your middle It'll leave your gut back in your ribs exposed Watch his abs buckle from brass knuckles Rock in his body like kidney stones Wait, wait Wait, this a race? You in my lane? Nah, we'll even if he ain't He go the swerving on my burning You ever seen a country wise swerving Sutton German? Yeah If I stop it up a gear and throttle you That I'd be like comparing a merc to a suburban Your roof gone and you're backing up Like a convertible reversing Yeah Sleeping man, come on man Go I fucking know man Go Tommy Your roof gone and you're backing up Your roof gone and you're backing up Like a convertible reversing Fuck it, I'm still not saying you now Ladies, I just exercise Skip out on the exercise Skipping on the extra fries I do it all up more Than just leave us melon fried Yeah, and this virgin fruit get baked In a cherry pie for that bread The way I sip extra nice You battle rappers been saying cakes Where I'm specialised You're a faggot with no swagger You look like a tomboy So reach this Out of tune you'd need NASA backing you a jet pack or two An oxygen mask and a parachute Watch me move up a level for spinning gems I'm Crash Bandicoot Since it's your backyard our feet are planted in It's your roots that are getting exposed I'll shed light on your development like Photosynthesis broke Consider this a lesson in growth I will set your grave just to excavate Where I buried the bones You see gems getting pulled out of the earth Like in Sierra Leone Rapper let you know It's something hot in my pocket It's cold! It's cold bro Bro, that's sick but it's cold as shit A wargwan fan Wargwan fan You want action? When I've come to show you some proper penmanship See the crowd rate your violent bars Me I'm not impressed with it I'm saying drop me out They think I don't get along with my college lecturers All them bright ideas That are in Thomas Edison Gonna stop me ending them I've got couple villains on deck That'll stop your melanin So please believe Last year Please believe Last year you seemed to be just a Jesus piece That chain you was dependent on it Now you've lost your relevance That chain you was dependent on it Now you've lost your relevance But I'm stepping in See you're not American President I'll make you disappear from the scene For the right price Thomas Jefferson I hope that you I hope that you've got the references I'm putting you melanin in the earth in this war today He won't catch the wind because I've been on fire And he's lost his elements But please tell your mum how they're at me bro Real talk I will drop her anything I'll get O'Shea to cool her up just to say Gemini shot me head on But aside from the jokes I wanna fuck with you So stop talking about the jokes you've We both know that stuff ain't true You just did in your last round You're a chicken scratch I'm a machete slice What that means is I'm not cut like you You weren't on a farm I was getting into beef For stuff I didn't really fucking do Cutting into other people's lines Because I was bombing cues And I don't go on fire that shit And I don't go on fire that shit And I don't know why the fuck do you So you talk about that life but you don't live it And that's not very gangster, is it? No, it isn't I can expose Villips as a hypocrite Using his own lyrics you said On this stage, I don't have to use that persona To supply you with lines until the battle's over But it was not your statements Huh, there they go It was not your statements Do you not remember your own bars? That's the key Because now you've got the white girl in a boot In one year have you really risen In one year have you really risen To that Plymouth mob lord status No No You're just a slave to the crowd That's why your image changes more than a Hogwarts painting And why? And that's why you were never a threat to the champion You could have never have matched him You played Kim Jong-un Which means that title was his and he didn't let anyone have it See, unanimous Unanimous He doesn't realise a bit of silence to do good for your alias That's Benjamin Franklin Me, on my head of these Me, on my head of these rappers Rhymes like that one, people never would fathom While you're bringing nothing new Clearly, it's ironic, you're still getting reaction They think he's hot, damn We've seen him getting beat on camera My big brother showed the real image And Thomas is just a feminine actress But the fans, they all doubt That I'm being killing you Because they think the world of dragon rapping something I can, I've got the right plan So going through the dragon's den is just a good business move You called yourself a local pikey I am In a pair of stolen knights You said that And you meant that Now look back And regret that Yes, fam I meant to let this little fucking gay lord know My pockets ain't filled With money, G But if skills was currency Then our bull coal just pulled skulls in the north pole I usually battle for cash Tommy, I was battling you, I got a gluten allergy Like, I don't need any more dough You wanna win from me? You're gonna have to prize it from between my jaws Cause I got that pride you never seen before I'm a lion that'll eat your corpse Writing in hieroglyphs I depict Leviathan's and beasts of war Communicate, communicate and win my ancestors Black letters lined up on a Ouija board Said that before you go digging dirt You can lie with them beneath the floor Yeah, I ain't even angry Yet You're not important but for talking I should snap your neck, you're just a little boy Lost in the trenches, I'm a battle vet You barely had a battle yet I brought beefing, the force feedin' Until it's jaw seizes, it's war season Each fought leaving, your corpse season I brought cleavers to reenact when they caught Caesar, I forced to soar deeper And draw gold from your already gone features So come and wrestle where the pikes and the peasants are We don't give a fuck about your neck Cause all your rental car You can slap your grill out and shot the gold to cash gen Mad, flex and get left in the past tense Get dotted over your words Cause of my accent, baby Barretta Young Pimp, Mach 10 Don't flop, they don't think you're important Rowan just loves the subtle way that you nibble his foreskin Guerrilla to war with, bar after bar I can spit to you forfeit, you click Instantly mourning, the stripped of endorphins I'll draw swords and drawing, jurisdiction Endurance, every fine you think you have Said he's shit blood, you're dwarfing His syllables forced in, your linguistics contorted He only sees himself beating you, cause his vision's distorted By the fact that he could gain some publicity for it Well, wait, cause this is more than just Lizards and mythical warships I'm militant, literally spilling your organs I'm picking up a pyramid to stick into your ribs Twisting your limbs, ditching up your liver and portions Sticking the whip to a sore and swinger to your lip With your walk, cause you've been disfigured And more than your lips are watered Big T, hold up, hold up man, hold it down I ain't saying that again, I was blown as fuck Against Big T, you were spitting Like you gripping weapons, right Yeah you were, you said you come with Tommy Guns in that Shut up Against Big T, you were spitting like you gripping weapons, right So technically I'd be strapped if I Stepped inside your stronghold See it's never just one punch with me I'm digging through your list of moves But weaponizing combos I'll pull out your sawn off Blow your face off with it And that's after I've set aside your long nose After this they're changing it From Gemini to John Doe Yeah, yeah, yeah Cause against Big T, you said you've come strapped With two Tommy Guns Two Tommy Guns Stop it bruv With your frame, there is no way That you're able to do that If you're curious to kick back from a cap gun You'd end up breaking your face with your bruised hand It would break you in two If you came aiming with two straps And if you took two Tommy Guns and shot them once You'd look like a flailing inflatable tube man Or more you uniting your flow Straps you in each clash Yeah, you're on the thick arbreau boy I need to ease back You wanna beat me, change your identity And spit these raps Cause I heard your bars in daylight So you need a scheme ass That was hard, you know that was hard You get hit with a right mate Yeah, you're still stuck back in the ice ages I depict my life And you get your life take I don't give a fuck mate Because straight up You're still stuck back in the ice age mate Rowan first hollered me When Katz was using my space Well done Tommy I wanna commend you on all the work you put in And all the fame it brought you But wait Shorty and Chris expose your money to so many leagues And within the battle you proclaim it's all true With no shame at all like As a man you think it's okay to have to have the mate Support you You've got five bills to battle HK Never showed then that's a snakeish small move You duck him when you're in London Whenever you stay the poor dude And even outside don't flop I mean when we were at Westwood's place You bought food but Your opponent Bamelam had to pay for the train And brought you so in reality You haven't actually paid your dues I mean everybody else around you has paid them for you You're the type of guy That's never got a spliff He always wants to hit it And it's not the only thing that I've caught about this Why do you always say you didn't beat up your ex When nobody's even dropped the lyrics You always say you'd beat up your ex When no one's even dropped the lyrics And that got me thinking like What's the business See I remember the story that was dropped by English But then I came across a link when I searched the name It was the top thing listed It was the local newspaper in your ends Disclosing the whole incident So now I've got specifics So say it's not true Say it's not true Put some stop lying That shit is not convincing Realistically How many other dons in play before they're called Tommy Villis age 22 when he got convicted Of assault on a female Realistically you should be locked in prison Or drop this instant because there's nothing I hate more The niggas that won't fight breast But ain't got a problem when it comes to boxing women You don't like it Suck a dick Suck a dick How about we skip to the next chapter and leave When you started crying because the money Mitch You got on your keyboard You saw Mitch in real life Do you think you're apology chick but tried making it culture But he had already threatened to bang you And you couldn't regain your composure Bagno even you beg Mitch not to smack him For the sake of the culture He said cool And he said fine And he said fine I'll just wait till this over while Tommy's crying Apologizing getting desperate with money Like he was looking for loose change at the sofa How can you cry when a man Asked to fight you mate If you think I'm lying Listen to when Tony B said villain made you cry Lux missing a background saying and you cried today That's if you think it's gas That's if you think it's gas And even so after you did the clash You dropped the signature bussy line When he took you round the corner and said it's time to swing and scrap Because you said But if you hit me I swear to god I'm not even going to hit you back Do you know what that means Wait wait do you know what that means Tommy Do you know what that means Tommy I'll win this match Because things like that is what I respect from others It's something that Billis lacks because where I'm from You get more respect for getting beaten up But still swinging back and by Tony B's definition That would mean you have to shit his dad Then he made you Then he made you promise To never get rude to anyone on twitter Ever again Which is why he hasn't been online Getting rude tweeting Because now before he sends any messages Money Mitch has to proofread it But to summarise Wait but let me summarise my point In this battle for this none Because you say your whole story is about the art And the passion of the words Which is why you fabricate a burst Like you're a gangster on the curb with a strap You're going to burst Getting loud in people's faces You have an inside problem That you've been hiding since your birth Because on the stage it's the only time you get to feel Like the man you wish you were Common assault charge On my ex-bud It's true It's true Maybe I should slap the fuck out your pig ugly mother For giving birth to you Look It's like How about You gather all the pennies You earn For when a customer is coming You're serving them up And maybe that might just treat you like More than another new person that sucks In fact How about you double the pounds That you've earned in the cup And watch how quick we can turn this to murder Murder and locks Act like a champ You cannot harm me They thought I was out of ammunition But you cannot spy me I'm leaving undefeated My Mossberg reloaded I'm rock master Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up It's the cause for concern Bring your jewellery in the court Get adjourned You're in debt to the devil I turn your brain to ash And put your thoughts in the urn Cause of all the gossip and shit I thought I'd quit this But I'm back battle barring again And the pit bull got all your little shit I rewrite your life But we can start from the end I give him chest shots Till his breath doesn't function And he wheezes Like he's severing his something Disease on my breath Every sentence disgusting I'm sick like popping the money Popping the money I figured if I mocked this shit Then the flock would just follow me But fuck that I'd rather stick my cock in a bondage scene Pop Paving the way like a pagan sculpture You get your brain exposed to a laser show And then it's face off starring you Ain't Travolta So fuck Gemini I can't remember rhyme so I'ma just Bring up your death tonight fuck it Yo I don't give a fuck How this man try and Pete You got a leather jacket on and a wife beater But ain't no black guys in Greece Yo