 I've been thinking bout my future, God only knows what's in line But I slowly lost my mind because I won't get off my grind Put in work, who they with, I know concept at the time I just hope my closest homies don't throw me off to the lines I've been thinking bout my future, God only knows what's in line But I slowly lost my mind because I won't get off my grind Oh concept at the time I just hope my closest homies don't throw me When the treadmill, I got a set skills like I'm throwing money around how they collect But quick for your fat friend, you came home to catch a wiggie on the back then I got a vacuum through the hood and then back It's good, don't flop all fucking day, don't flop dot com, you know the score We are back here two years in a row in Leicester, Leicester one time We used to have a big up high focus in the four hours as well man Like I said, we back here on the raised of our tour last year 2014 It's now 2015 we had to bring it back It's the four hours album tour, make sure you log on, go flop dot com as well Pop all the back as much as you want to shit Alright, we got three on beat battles for tonight And we're gonna get straight into battle number one It's the non-judge battles to make sure you're in the poll and the end of the video You voted who you would vote for if it was a judge Alright, MC on my right hand side from Leicester City We got twister pennies, make some noise! Fucking crazy last minute tryout battle a year ago He was fucking going make sure you watched that shit Left hand side challenger, make some noise for Mr. Tongue Twister, let's go! On a real level please no boo, let's just faggish him Shout out Mr. Tongue Twister still Each MC's got one 32 by each on three beats And when we drop the first beat it's gonna be Oh, can we record it? Yes, boo's are recording good Say fight a fight Alright, we drop the pennies, let's go Whatever, meffin' mine innit But you're full of gas like your devil man's lyrics Cause you're 34 and you still push a push-bike You should at least have like a 7 grand civic but nah You just sound annoying when you spit You have the same tone of voice as a spoiled little kid You think you're bad cause you don't have to go to the toilet when you piss But you're 40 fucking six so just call it fucking quiz And we're in Leicester so you best not get me started son I didn't even bring this crowd, I don't like less than half of them But I've been doubted if I don't leave with all the baddest bitches numbers You're 66 and you still ask for bitches tumblers Years you've been cashing, you know folks been telling you you're hard You're like an overgrown meal that's been capped up in a jar That's the less the over-sage is exceptionally large From Leicester to guitar rapping hurting careers And then emerging in hush and with burners and spears In 12 bars you just aged 30 odd years That's just doing sick laser beams and Chris Twist Taylor's dreams You need to stop thinking about our little anti-Asian schemes And start thinking about some sort of anti-Asian cream For a skinny twat usually in a hat When you get on tracks being raps about getting back And your name is Twist, how weird is that? Holding a minute man down is in fact a mirror match While I'm still killing with rippin' my love will win this match My flow is just different if you listen to skin and backs Don't wanna find out how quick I got with these hands hitting back Give him jabs till he had shit his pants I'm not real twisty rapper that you're new from the scene Usually lean for the zoom of the green It's funny you're from Leicester and you root for your team Cause like them you're new to the league and soon you will leave I ain't a red Indian but I make it look easy how I break down the TV You're a chief and a pass and you're basic and cheesy You're unique and you're wack and you're playing the gig I'm just keeping it right and it's playing the scene When I speak on the track I'm your favourite MC You started rapping in 2006 I started in the 90s I've been down with it since It's your thing you're from Leicester if you're rapping the sticks It's not your accent when you're rapping you just sound like a bitch And you look like the calcium kid If he didn't have his calcium in some underground in his spliffs So you don't want to go around with his fists What's a penny when I'm going down from round with a twist When both the time are going to be passing a joint Both like to get high so I can't be annoyed But with my digital skills it's hard to avoid Cause I give you pennies to know that my bars are on point Pinnin' twister, go and get somebody's drama But don't let you want tinder When you were catching an igmar I was rapping a bit though By the time you had a rematch I was shagging your sister Fuck you, fuck sorry, fuck your life or luxury I beat you on my CD, we're not French just cause we both You got 20 bucks, you're getting rough Punch him in his face, his head on bucks, head on fuck All these metal ones heavy, get your brains now ready I'm in the arcade or mute We'll never have, we'll never change like the weather pattern Forever chappin', you shouldn't really rap You have a gun, you'll see pennies flyin' I've got a farse or I crack some jokes I say got it close, you better than rap though So I have the most I'm a king of the name flips I have the most I've got more penny flips than a bottle hose I ain't sayin' no games, ain't playin' no names I'm sayin' you're playing so stay in your lane Everything he does he's always stayin' the same You gave me a candy while you wait for change His head is swollen like a balloon So I'll give him a fine trip like Kevin McTrude Elephant in the room, heroin in the spoon You look like skeleton in the tomb Resurrect your shoes, rub out the pits While I've been from you, if you're sound as shit Probably wondering why I grew up or how I bit I've bit pennies just to prove these counterfeit Ready to take care, pay pennies in crowns Stop tellin' them how to get a medal for data And tell your boys to get ya I've put pennies in a box like a coin collector Chris is ready, I've twisted pennies I still think he shits the bed and licks the red I'm flitin' jazzy I think he missed the ferry I'm keeping Christmas merry Don't poke to shout out, look I heard you get gay when you go to Croatia I heard you get better when you're nae grease I heard you've been fendin' your queenies I heard you've been spendin' your near peace And you know what, I have 61 nicks, though Every look like a seagull, I'm livin' on a rival Won't poke on my people, we fight for survival I'll touch you with evil, and I think it's safe to assume The only reason you don't make any tunes Is cause folding a mud in a window in damp Is the only time that you spray in a boom Blood's all over a cliff, I'm socially thick And I don't give a shit cause I'm folding your bits Kill yourself, even though he's big, he's little as well Bring it up around, lookin' like a little gal You look like you don't feel too well Shit, you don't feel as hell, you got the type of face That makes people say, excuse me mate Have you got any bills to sell? You're so skinny, it's unacceptable It's like shit, they're fundamental You're so big, you're fundamental, look I'm not here to heat up, but leave me crazy And see you later, hurt in his pipe When he turns to the side, this motherfucker Looks like a piece of paper, okay Keep things going, keep things rolling There's your weed, my flowing, gotta get it in Seize the muck, step it in the door, pedal to the floor Ready for a war, 72 a war, many years of course Second in the store, ready for your boss Four to the penny, and the never nearly won His real name, an enemy of course, Alexander Fending it before, putting your kids yourself Come on bro, you said a kid yourself Yo, I ain't gonna wish you well But he's done a hope that I wish you well