 Welcome back to Don't Flop, youtube.com. Make sure you subscribe if you're not already. You would absolutely mourn if you haven't, but please, the button is there. Fucking subscribe. We're here. Some button, volume number two. I'm here with Bam. Body bag, no crew going to count on every single person that's scored. Shouts to Brigzy as well. We're about to get into another absolutely brilliant battle of the day. It's going to be two-on-two shit. I'm going to let Bam introduce himself on the right. On the right-hand side. From London, you already know the names. Big J and Lifty, make some noise. Killer team on the left-hand side. First time teaming up on Don't Flop, but they appeared solo. Half-times from West Yorkshire, we've got Matter and Peace Soldier. Make some noise. They chose to go first. Three rounds, promo shit. You know the deal. Leave a YouTube comment. Go on, viewpoint, leave a comment as well. Matter and Peace Soldier. Let's do this. Are we ready, people? Yeah! Yo, it's Matter and Luna P. The longer wait, it returns. Me and Matter take it in turns, leaving your mother's fist. Yo, nah, nah, nah. Rolling up checkpoint. Black chick, damaging the neck joint. Point five, shit. My attitude. A lot of niggas didn't like it. Because while you, man, was all relaxing after the event, I was in a hotel pissing on the white bit. Would you mind awfully if I tried? Do you think? Alright. Yo, well, all you man was out squabbling at the press conference. Yeah! I was at home, posing naked in the mirror, feeling self-poked. Oh, fucking, this might return. This might return. And the shit that I've returned. It's like taping a thunderbolt when I'm writing on page. These rap cons will have them crying on stage. Look at the smile on John's face. Look at these two celebrities that you've been blessed with. He's getting a woody looking at the stars like true detectives. Fuck that, bro. Now, for the past three weeks, I've been trying to get Matter to say nigger. No, fuck that. Well, that's cool, bro. I've got you a hundred percent official hook toss. No. Thanks for that. I'm still not going to say it, but I might spit some gun rats. Listen, fucker. You quit to duck it when the shit go, BUCKER! Yeah? Because I've been stockpiling gun bars. Like what? Like the CIA stockpiles weapons for South American cartels to destabilise the infrastructure. I'll find out where your family stays. Roll through mast up like natural Libre. Bring the clip back like an action replay. Then blast the desi like a vanguard DJ. He was hot, but check mine, bro. See, I only roll with spinners, so they don't jam like the wife does. So if the team bangs, he will nose tuck him out. It's like a blind date in him. He'll catch a street like Creep's dad in Friday. Now, wherever left at, that's where he's getting left at. Oh, you're sleeping? Well, your next nap is when you're next napped. The way I'm painting this picture is like a Rembrandt. The way I enter this barrel is like a keg stand. This is a reality check time to collect that. The way you look after the ring won't be the best, man. Got him tripping off the heat like Hendricks with a sweat band. I've got a long nose and space. Rapid fire. And guess what? That's a Zen Strap. Long nose. Zen Strap. Yo, Joe Bro, step back. I know what you're all thinking. They're like white boys with gun bars. Are you insane? But it's cool. Last week, my man Pete told me to the shooting range. And I'm only a beginner, so I ain't too accurate yet. But if you stand perfectly still for like eight minutes, there's a 70% chance you're going clenched in the head. You somewhere? You better pay jail or I'll come and snatch your kids out of the play date. Roll up in the whip. I'm waving like I'm trying to name them. And these two dickheads best to simmer it down before they hear that familiar sound. It goes, I don't know. Come on. Yo, what's wrong? I don't know. I don't know. Have you took the safety off? Yeah, I did. Yo, keep it here, fam. I don't know. Nobody sanctioned to make gun noises in the UK except Pete. Big Pete. Now, that's a thrill, nigger. These men brought Yorkshire dope, but okay. First things first, though. If anyone thought we're not as hard as them, my man come to the battle in a cardigan. What's going on? Matter and peace soldier. Could you man actually be older? I mean, these men look old, blood. These men look like they listen to bone thugs. I mean, we was kids. You man was grown up. When you was kids, you man was grown up. But I like peace soldier, though. He's our biggest fan. I mean, seriously, like, he is our biggest fan. He gets all of our jokes. He's blessed. They don't go over his head. They just hit him in his chest. He'd be chilling in his vest. Laying down. Legs hanging over the bed. Up your toe. A big high ceiling helps. In school. Looking like a scene from Elf. See me and Jay? Way out to much good. Rock up in your nancy yard like, what's good? Your girl's superstitious because she touch wood. Of course. And you? Yes. But you look like a owl. I'm just gonna have to throw the towel. That man is looking like a monk. Shaolin. Logic on YouTube and saw him singing shit. In this bow, he ain't got a clue what he's writing. He's just winging it. That hoodie, though. That hoodie is flagey. Slow it down. That hoodie helps you flagey. We ain't getting beat, it's peed. He ain't got teeth, that's a beak. That ain't a beak, it's a cheek. Ain't a cheek, it's an owl. I'm about to kill you, man, now. If I run it, you say true. Because that bird seed amount isn't owl. Nose points, it's fucked up teeth. This owl don't want these bars. Them eyes help you see you're the duck. This owl don't want it with me. Head spinning 360 degrees. Don't bait him, he hates photos. Dude's looking like Drake's logo. Bird catches the worm. They say early bird catches the worm. Well, he's the first duck. Just a fine matter on the block. Perched duck. I'll make this owl take flight. Because he only comes out in the middle of the night. But seriously, take your hat and glasses off now, if you're not an owl any. There you go. Give me that hat. Wrong. Round two, let's go. Those owl bars were a hoot. If you think you're winning that way, you must be tipsy. You're the owl, because I'm about to spin your head 360 degrees. Big J. Lefty, mixed race. Hefty, tipsy, deadly. When he stands up, he gets a sixth grade. Yo, sick frames, low hefty. You smoke shit grade. Reggie, you niggas ain't see the weed on blazing. Cos my shit's danker than a German showing appreciation. Yo, look at this dick I lefty always thinking he's fresh. Dress cold, Timberland crepes, Mitchell and Ness vision express. The eyesight's like your drug habit. Absolutely hopeless. You might need to switch up your prescription if you're losing focus. But yo, what make a day, fam? Tell him. Really? Hardly fresh. Bargain specs. These shit, these shit's were handcrafted by Italian architects. Beat them over their head bars. To get them, you need a scholarship. Example, you put the fat in big fat sloppy bitch. See first, first, first I'll be hacking up his lungs like a coffin fit. Next I'll be hacking off his legs like a coffin fit. And if I bang off the ratchet, it'll turn him to ratchet. He might be big around the waist, but one good chest shot on making backflip. Now that's the only time you'll see this fat bitch doing gymnastics. Double barrel, dual trigger. So you don't really have to be that accurate. Now look right, look right. I've got a gun so big, it don't just fire bullets, they get blacklisted. Only deal with dirty money, that's bad business. I see this blob of fat whizzing past, I'm getting mad with him. Battles on short prep. Either freeze or get fresh rounds at the last minute. No matter, I told you. No shoulder strap, tied together with your two shoelace and his palm over your forearm so you can shoot straight. Right, I'll remember this title. You know what though? Angles. Gay. Personals. Gay. Creatively breaking down your opponent. Extra game. Extra game. Me, I'd rather let it spray. I have this family suited up in church where they had his wedding day. Oh you'll get dropped in the club now. Buh buh buh buh buh. Beast one. We know we have time. We ain't brought no angles just straight lines. From day one I've been pushing that roll like Vince McMahon. You can say I've got plans to expand them by cars and land. And if I hear your eating, then I'm a reduced up belly like a gastric band. And he ain't no way you're stopping me. I've seen bugs the size of broccoli and meal matter. We got more game than triple H playing Monopoly. That's game. You know what? Everybody give some props for the 2012 Killer Crop. Two lots stumbled on the wrong hurdle. No nocturnal activity when I leave the crop circled. Yo, the 2012 Killer Crop has membership cards that display to fans. They go out and call their team 2012 KC Laser Tag. They discuss pen games so deep they lose track of the days that pass. And your dialect was 2012. How come he's not claiming that? Probably because they're a group of bitches that sleep on each other's sofas and read gaming mags. No. I said I'll kick in the door and give them game and mags, but you'll never know. Hi. What makes you TV, bro? I don't know. Tell him. Why are you lying for? Why do you like saying nigga all the time, bro? Because I hate you, by the way. He's about to get drunk. It's all of a sudden. I don't know what he was acting raw for. Yo, he might have dropped a slurpee, but this time he's drawn a short straw. Yeah. Then the only thing he'll hear will be the dripping of the IV because every time Leeds is in the building, it's a crime scene. It's a crime scene. Let's go. We've established that you are an owl. These soldiers are batting man. I'm a rhyming boss. Man, I'll tie you with a lasso. I'm a rhyming boss. Man, I'll tie you with a lasso. How can you act like a G when you're rocking Homer Simpson's five o'clock shadow? Because your beard looks like it was coloured in with viral. These soldiers got a little tiny afro on his right toe. Yo, that's a tight toe. See, these men are losing with ease. There's no way I am losing to a man whose shoes look like skis. Looking like he got his hand me down from the BFG. You've got a big face. Shoes. Little braces. Big shoes. Little laces. You get that? Let's talk about the hair in the middle of his face. Those ain't two eyebrows, fam. Those are two little braids. Standing there looking middle aged. Eyebrows so big they're peeking over the shitty shades. See, I went on your Facebook. Had a little brows. All I saw was brows. I went on your Facebook. Had a little brows. All I saw was owls. It used to be real. You're right, eyebrow moves fake. You're left eyebrow like meek nil. You're right eyebrow like meek nil. He ain't got an easy life. Imagine, you rock up into Foot Locker. See something that he likes. Go to chat, huh? My brother, they ain't got his size. Yeah, order it online. From us three have hit over 200K in battles. You're just pushing footy, Tony's age, and you look like an owl. Know your place. Know your perch. Yo, this guy tried to tell me he was Italian. Please, bruh. You probably have curry goat on your pizza. Your bars ain't real, they're just made believe. You look like Rio Ferdinand. Or when he played for Leeds. Problem when he's trying to get in with the birds Cos matter wears a shirt when he's not even at work. Fuck matter logic, just go back on your perch. I heard you was leading the front line for Britain's first, because you're an owl. Yo, everybody knows that we fight heavy. We watch our 2v2 battles on the car telly. Peace soldier, knees weak, palm sweaty. Come up in the battle looking like Arken. Fuck this guy. I'll punch him in the dirty eye. Don't worry, matter. He believes you can fly. He called me R. Kelly. There's one thing I wish he had his riches, but there's one thing me and R. Kelly have got in common. We bought this shit, bitch! If I named the rocks, would you be so kind as to entertain me with the story, the time you did the Big J's? Oh, that one? Yeah, yeah. Alright then. If there's not too much trouble. This is all 100% real facts, yeah? So I went to Big J's yard, right? Right. I was taking a bath. Of course. I was taking a bath. His bitch had her head under the water like she was into scuba. Then I crept off downstairs and stole his kids' computer. Made my escape using his bitch's uber all the way to Bradford and had the sickest boomer. I'm glad you brought your backpack lefty because you water skipped town. You just rabbit on film like water shit down. Tell anyone that wants water to sit down is pure shots behind my bars. I don't water shit down. Beat this on delivery. Never that fun. You got weed delivery. Second class down. Catch a heavy backhand. Leaving stumbling like a Gucci verse. Strap all in his mouth. His voice is wobbling like a future verse. Yo, I got a rhyme book so big that it reads like a manual. And I've got a gun so big it's extremely impractical. My strap barely fits in your greasy little bed seat. But as soon as I managed to squeeze it in the lead spit I crossed eyes and dot teased like I'm dyslexic. And I give him that good grade. But I ain't into teaching. We've got killer strains but it ain't sativa. Yeah, I'll give him repetitive hooks but it ain't a feature. When I put hands on him. He'll see the line. But I ain't a preacher. Best battles of all time. Peace soldier verse matter. Topping the list. Therefore. Big J verse lefty. He's probably shit. Fuck the comedy skits. I'm offing them quick. Watch the scheme. Why you ain't got Hulk in the ring to drop a rocky free. You called your mixtape Rambo. But you're not in survival mode. I ain't chopping it up with lefty here. It's you just getting sliced along. Trying to watch you wait. Trying to watch you wait. Not today. He's losing the hunger games. That's why we're mocking J. Out breaking your building so stealthy you'll think the bomb's back. Take a shit on your carpet. You won't be getting your bomb back. Yo lefty I seen you breaking bad battle. You were suited up. Thinking he was kind of flash. But you just look like a downy in a fancy suit. That's Iron Man. Breaking back. Well I suggest you should watch your mouth more. I find it ironic he called lefty because I think every rapper from the southpaw. Half of my voice. Big J is a plasterer. And that's a good honest way of earning the living. But wait. That's the only way me and him are similar because we both put that work in the kitchen. Oh no. I said I put that work in the kitchen. No. I said lefty looks like every black guy I've ever seen working in the kitchen now. Yo two on two match with Shuffle and Malo. We're like a WWE Divas match. Four bitches squabbling in the ring. Helicopter, propeller, boy that chopper got a swing. Yo we are the best two on two team in Leeds. Clearly. No debating. Zen raps in Urdu and dialect. Overrated. Where's that big bitch wizard at? Him and scissors don't want to get into that. He just witnessed a couple of stars on point like a wizard time. He ain't one team fucking with us. Nah, not one. We'll wait till nightfall, shuffle, war, pop guns, the cops come and find two posh cunts slumped at Daddy's yacht club. We're the fucking best. Let's go. Out shit now, yeah? Yo, man done been out from early. He's a birdie. He played golf the other day, he got a birdie. Then he got a birdie. To see if he could join in the four hours. But he said nah bro, it's cool. We don't need no more hours. If you'll get flawed now, up in the four hours like I'm substitute in fabric gas. Yeah, man. From our set out of show, loads of guests casually. I'll have two arms to your head like you was dancing to steps tragedy. I mean you loving my star, feeling my girl. Well I'll bring that old school black guy who love the pot. Keenan and Keen. Yo, I'll be on the streets. Black cow blaze the whip. Take the nine out like foul cow was playing shit. I mean shit. I ain't playing shit. You man, I saw shit. I feel to take a shit. I'll take your shit, peace soldier. Your brains are shit. I'll take your weed. I'll take your seeds. I'll punch your face. I'll slap your feet. I'll take your things. But it's cool fam. Just spread your wings. I mean matter. More like what's the matter with your mouth? Oh, but it's just a small blend. I mean, your lips are different, man, bro. Lips so small you've got a lips of shit one lip at a time. Your mouth so small it looks like you can only eat spaghetti. Every time my man sees a mouse, he gets so sweaty. Why's not? It's the hour, innit? Get it, because the hour goes really fast. Man, nobody missing him. Mouth so smooth. Bro, it looks like he's whistling. I'm a bad man. Are you an Italian like him? You ain't Jamaican like me. Pussyclaw. See, matter in his boy is a G's. Slow it down. Matter in his boy is a G's. With lines like that, you won't see me stressing. Because after this battle, you're going to be upset. When I let the D.E. press him.