 Hey, welcome back. This is Dove Flop, North versus South, volume number three. We are here back in Birmingham. If you're ready for this main event of the day, please make some noise for the fans of the card. I first got to say all the six battlers in the three battles previous to this shout to them. They're fucking lit up the crowd, man. It's been amazing. But at number four of the day, I'm going to let Danny Jackson say it on the left. Let's get this battle going. Yo, first of all, team self, make some noise! All right! Oh my goodness! Please make some noise if you're on me or else. Let's go! Am I right-hand side, being fucking killing shit since he came back? Lead sitter, representing Team North. Make some fucking noise for Danny! I calmly decided that dialect was going to go first, so first round on dialect, people, let's go. Let's go! Yes, people, we inside, yeah? Yeah! Okay, right. Let's go, Danny. Right, well, there's not many things in life that I've questioned, but one of them is how the fuck did I even get mentioned within the title contention? Well, I mean, for one, he looks like he's dying of a viral infection. And two, the skinny cunt or he gets kicked to room because he tries to molest them. Well, I ain't here to make minor suggestions. I'm here to break him down and show his whole style and his pretentious. You need to let it go. You ain't enough to let it scorcher and unlikely contender because you're as monotone as a history teacher that you rap like a science professor. So today, the main aims to give Ivan a lesson and show him about dials progression because I already did math, I'm just here to skit-cast some right lines and detentions. So now I've got your attention, who the fuck gave Lex Lufa the award for best tuner? You claimed your style's the best download could have break dialect down with a French student. And in school, it was that dude that would usually spread rumors so whether it's true or the assume your hair loss was due to whether it's usually your aggressive head tumor. Niggas pissed off because I ate tuner. Well, listen, Oggy, you pissed off because I ate tuner. Well, listen, Oggy, it gets crueler. Believe me, I can't dance, believe me, I need me. I can't rock with a veg boner, but I'll excuse you. I ain't here to talk shit. You're a pee teacher that eats well, so I'm assuming you're fit, but he loves him a big meal. That's why he could have fucked with a real deal. This nigga's corn mince. So you can't convince me your sound is evil because you eat grounded seeds, because I'm hella raw when I drop metaphors when I eat out for pizza. You can see I'm on the next stage. You could say I get cheese for filling these rounds with grease, but you see I'm a growing beast and all. I know it's feast on these towns and geezers because it's cold in Leeds. So you know it's beef when Tori tells me to take the meat out of the freezer. So someone needs to tell Mr. Kimo Ferri Pita Kimo Ferri. Someone needs to tell Mr. Kimo Ferri Pita Kimo Ferri because you've got a head that suggests you could use Serebro's energy. You could be Professor Rex, but better yet, your team don't threaten me because this jackass couldn't catch your body if Stevo fell on him. So what rides with the Yoggme are sure they locked it off, bro. And I'm not even here to question those reasons. Although I do understand your aim was to teach, to demonstrate diverse teachings and show guys that were vegan, that it was a life worth leading now. I hear your wisdom, but we're just seeing a clearer picture if my eyes weren't bleeding because too much politics are not enough foraging is why you didn't survive the first season. So why is this nerd speaking like he was trying to spread good vibes? You were in the woods, dude, doing kung fu acting like a tough guy. I saw him impacting the forest and they were plotting on no crime. And that was the baddest of his ends. He's even got a tattoo on his chest saying shrub life. You've got to fuck mine. I can't believe Dothlump actually spent money on timing. They got me all short, yet you've done nothing for the scene. It's funny people take the piss out of me because I'm wrapping a choked money in my feet. But it's the same thing when you ask for donations to get funding for your scene. So who are you going to invest in? Someone busking on the street or some cunt tugging on the weed. Well, it's wrong to say you haven't done nothing for the scene because you have. You and the likes of Marlowe and Shuffle Tea. But to me, you're my hell of a fakers. You're the same reason some internationals think we're a joke so they don't step to face us because it's like you forget the base. It's which is the rapping show, the pen's amazing. And it's not me vexing for straight because no one gets it, it's crazy. So I don't give a fuck if you weren't impressed with his statement. You are one of the direct reasons this league went from Dothlump battle rap to Dothlump entertainment. So go on, entertain them. Right. Yo, die. Can I call you die? You can call me Og. I don't mind the job. But I'm here for chat or idol gossip. It's more like I'm in this pit like a fighting dog, but I'm on the stage. So maybe the pits in me so I'll bite and look. All I know is they definitely didn't put our names together, just the dialogue. Dial. Og. Dialog. Now you don't have my number. Dialog. Now they're already a fine color. I was thinking, wow, how's he gonna be coping with this madness? My workplace stay cold like them poetry fridge magnets. Hmm. Not up of mind inside the fridge. Well, you find this coldest. Yeah, I wrote this. He wants to know how my mind composes. You don't want to battle. You want my diagnosis. Well, you're going to diagnose this. Hmm. Noses. Now you do too. I define osmosis. I see solutions on the move like osmosis. So how are you going to defy the will and know what this God's motive is? We didn't go, uni. But I'm an auto-didact. That's self-educated. You ought to try that. Because your noggin's dormant. Worse than the clock that stopped and fallen. Because all the time you could have not be more wrong. So go and talk on. Because it would be a contradiction if you try and say ox or moron. Hmm. How does it go? You're threatening me with physical violence. I'll threaten you with spiritual guidance. I'll let him see the bliss in the silence before I rip him into his infinite fibres so I can still say that I killed him with kindness. Hmm. It rhymes on even entry level. More like there's the fucking exit level. You got me thinking what am I even here for? I'm getting existential. And that's my strength. You can't handle my pen. I don't care if Faris your friend. I'm the one that battles with Zen. Hmm, nice. You're a weak-minded stoner. Meditate you couldn't. You've been on the cushion. I've been on the cushion. When I sit, I'm hearing God's lost voices in the atmosphere. Everything that oak drops poignant. It's leaving earth to a next level when oak tops soils it. You've got to let my shit settle like a compost toilet. Oh! Let's go up. Composure. You can't have it for me. Your brand is shoddy. That's why you rap frantic. Gobi, your brain jammed and fucking. Now you want to clash with Oggy now. You need practice, Donny. Listen. Not every man is Donny. Not every man is Donny. Some man is Bobby. Bobby, mate! Some man is Tommy. Some man will give you flashbacks to a bad patch in a rap clash like when Bang killed Donny. Some man is Oggy. Oggy, Oggy, Oggy. I hear how those oizes. I got the power of a hundred voices. Plot twist. You are the only true one, Donny. But to be frank, your time's up, Donny. I can mix metaphors and still come up trumps, Donny. I'm talking about that dude because his rugs fucked, Donny. Do you get my reference? Shut the fuck up, Donny. Don't chat a thing you know nothing about, see. Or I'll shut you down if you get a bit too mouthy. I'll put Donny back in this place like water in the Big Lebowski. Do you get it now, G? Yeah, you know. Shut the fuck up, Donny. Now, I don't know who told you they think it's sick. To battle someone using a man made out of little sticks. Now, it's got me questioning whether you're built for this because when it comes to the lines it seems he's illiquid, you see. Oggy's truly boring. He just lets his props do the talking. He's a ventriloquist. I mean, envision this. Ivan was trying at first until he realized he could catch a body without relying on words. You see, he's got this style that's tired and slurred. So all he does now is buy and emerge, dance around like a fucking clown without the crowd crying in turn and I ain't lying, Ivan. I used to like it at first, but now it's just as annoying as dialect doing grime in the third. I do it every time because it works. Now, let's check. I ain't here to speak grime to dudes. I'm just here to show them I can rhyme with you. You see, tonight you might find them in the violent mood because I heard you do martial arts. So I'm gonna get this fight of blue meaning if I make the gauge burst and these steps in my range are then I'm gonna make Ivan ooze. You see, I don't care if Team South's got a Tommy in the crew because I'm a killer dressed in black. I'm just doing what I do. I murdered Billy with my versatility and boosted my followers and views while this moron's something like Zordon not one body on the tube. You see, Power Rangers bars he's certainly got a deal with because the fact he claims he can fight has got a nigga real pissed. I mean, you're still there acting like a stone cold soldier with a heart that's grown colder, but I've got personals and facts and there's one I need to go over. How the fuck did you try to kick someone and then dislocate your own shoulder? It actually happened. I mean, fucking hell. You can't be the drunken master if you can't even punch the bastard. I mean, you bring a whole new meaning to the term giving someone the upper hand blood. I mean, that night all you must have done is fill that cunt with laughter because the only use for that arm was when it went home and started tugging after. What a fucking twat, bless. Tugging after. Right, so I mean, eating a healthy's bless, but I'm so glad it's P.E.U. teaching not self-defense. I could imagine in lesson one it'd be like if you've got an aggressive punch and you teach how to beat yourself to death. You need to get your health assessed because the first time you dislocated his shoulder was overly raw. I swear for it might have had some pussy in his hand that he was poking a hole but I heard he was moving house so now I'ma show no remorse because all he had was his fucking cat in his hand that he tried opening the door. I'm not lying, but that's all real shit, but I'm telling you that. I mean, fucking hell. Your writing style reminds me of your fighting style. You ain't good with the lines and hooks. So when I wave, you remind me of Rayman. You've got nothing behind the punch. So watch out. I'ma fuck up this guy for fun because this is like a crash between Mr. Glass and the Mr. Cleese. So all my dons know if I rock or I'ma do him like Mr. T. You need to train me because I'm in my heyday and I'm a swifter's creed whilst when this tickets you sell few. So why did it build you when I've got kids to feed? So listen, G, we're better off going line for line because I've got size and height and you wouldn't like this, right? It's going to be Ivan that fights for life. So don't worry about him. If he dies, he dies. So go on then, Oggy. Go for it. Throw a kick. Show the rip. Nah, slow it down. I said you open the door and you show the rip. Time. Yo, I read about how you grew up with a stutter and I felt your pain. Must have been terrible having everyone not having the hell of an idea what you were attempting to say and now you're a rapper. Well, anyway. When it don't matter, we know we float in them but the roads tell them and he only rolls with the most reckless known villains like Noel Edmonds. Okay, Noel. Undilo nodio. You two were the best of brothers telling him about your feelings. And your special numbers. He said, will you rap for me, Marcus? You said, okay, no. Since you're the man asking and you stepped out the shadows like Hank Marvin. You got that old little lady clap starting and then did a rap about no shirts. That's charming. Bro. Why are you putting none of them shank bars in? I swear, at one point I thought you were going to start tap dancing. 16 Gs though, fair dudes. You knew. If you win enough around, it might be lost and that's the only 16 you've ever had that was outside the box. Yeah. Because it flows terrific and he's happy if his fans like it but his biggest fear is if they transcribe it like type it or write it or even hand sign it because you really know how the message did like a damn psychic. Imagination. That's what I'm thinking that will make you write better. That's what your writing needs. Call yourself dialect but show no linguistic variety because dialect is supposed to differ slightly from what standard English is but he starts to rap and jabbers gibberish. Got to start thinking that there's actual differences because where dialect begins language finishes. You are one trip pony. Every battle getting them gassed over your show piece pushing the same buttons over and over like an old chi just write a dope scheme because you keep using shortcuts for reactions like emojis. Well you know me if I have a block I'm up till the pen strokes crack it chipping away at the dense cold granite with a chisel and my best chrome mallet delivery words inscribed in your headstone tablet then I resurrect soul ashes flesh bone fragments and dancing your grave like I'm necromancing so don't tell me dialect flow spazzing when I'm out here in a chance supplying ectoplasm compare our work compare our work it's a life of spirit DNA in every word you find me in it materializing bodies to the final image picture dilate in the tomb that's hieroglyphics check it is about a bit of random trivia before I was squaring around if hope me else was to fall over in the forest and no one was around would it make a sound? nah check it everybody talks about how great you are but I don't see it bro I'm sure when you look in my face what you can see ain't show you come with a harvest chat but must be barking mad up on them trees you'll hug cause trust you can still get smocked oh gee it's coach you see in this round folks fitting grind to dudes I'm not even gonna bother wasting my time cause I guarantee I ain't getting burned by someone who got spun by a harry baker on grind I mean come on he's a christian rapper are you this disfaith because he prays to the sky yet hugg names himself after a god and still seeks praise of a guy so what you think it's no biggie so what you think it's no biggie I've got faith on my side just watch I'll have hugg praying to god after I've nailed him like Christ so what so today you gotta die cause it seemed your self belief is taking its toll why in every battle do you discredit everyone's religion everyone's religion's faith but you run why do you discredit everyone's faith but you run it's probably the reason you'll never be face to face with a soul cause you get buried alive and you ain't ready to die like Patrick Swayze in Ghosts so my mum's not in the kitchen praying for toast and my dad's not out back making a boat but I guarantee for a part of my nams curry and rice I wouldn't think twice about slaying the goat I mean this in religion is a lazy approach and that's especially when you look like a pagan to most I mean I mean literally kid if I didn't know you and walked past you on the street I'd probably give you a quid I mean if this guy died no one's giving a shit cause he's the kind of sinister prick who'd stick his dick in the kid get grip with the pigs and try to pin it on grace I bet the only reason that teacher versus student versus teacher video game the Milligan hits is cause you were stood there with your willigan face to replay and blizzard in fades you see the way I kill it is sick I can give them jokes all behind bars like Billy the Kid I mean listen son I got links in brum that'll shoot like Zimmerman did I love this whole place surrounded by I love this whole place surrounded by my appnars and khalas I'm in the city you've missed but don't worry I ain't forgotten about any of my golders but it's unfortunate the one stood in front of me has no chance I mean listen we don't need to wait for your words to sink in so stop thinking you're cold fam you only spit words slow cause your mother gave birth stone that's a tow pass how you gonna claim you got game where you got no pad you ain't facing C so don't try getting my facing screen or I might do one of my video game bar word association schemes nah I'm just taking the piss yo I'm glad you posted that article cause I was looking for something relevant and funny it's about how him and his dad both bust I read it and fuck me if your dad's name ain't Reverend Chunky who calls himself Chunky is he definitely a dude sounds like a curvy woman or a vegetable soup you both bust you were chunk off the old chunk but both your sex shows are junk peddling trash in the streets like steptoe and son nah I can't front your dad's alright and I watched a vid of you busking that was raw nice but the whole time you were sending for bills or I thought why were you hoping that he might walk by yo I'm living let live but there's a line brother we need crime busters for this grime busker health and safety people keep slipping on his grease he's been done 17 times for breach of the peace and yes he's got a lyrical asbo which is supposed to prevent him from entering certain lyrical mad zones or in the parties committed most of his ridiculous syllable agro but is he given a damn no so it might seem harsh to want to enforce ban but think on it if it was your nan with her heart frantic weak and digits knees are finished can't really hear ability to seize diminished soul me conti- 93 every week the reaper visits for tea and biscuits but then she got a lever sleepy village to the center of Leeds to compete in cribbage it's a hard culling feet to breach her limits and everything they teach in physics but she manages to finally reach the street where she's meet in Phyllis laying down at 140 beats per minute I genuinely feel bad that's why we need a speedy lift nighty? ok now we can roll safe spraying your grain won't wash no meat if it's a shower of shit who cares about the flow rate I like brun stay in your lane my skills are too nuts you get old laid oh wait and don't try to cut me up because I don't play I'll give you that start her back like the old days that's my hip-hop bro so and don't you chip none of my chrome paint because I will kill over scratch like road rage oh wait shut the fuck up Donny didn't fall in my trap bruv say something smarter than I thought and y'all do no comfort about this bruv