 Mae nhw'n ni'n dweud! Diolch i dda'n ddechrau ac i ddechrau mae gydig i'r rhai Lai Lai'n Yrwyrwyr. Ond yw'r ddim yn hynny mae'n ddim yn tyfodol mae'r ddechrau gyda'r llog sy'n ddwy o'r llwyf yn gyfnodol. Ond yn hynny mae'n ddigon nhw. Felly mae'n ddigon nhw? Felly mae yw'r ddigon nhw? Mae'n ddigon nhw? Mae'n ddigon nhw? Mae'n ddigon nhw? Mae'n ddigon nhw? Mae'n ddigon nhw? ..wysi chi'n salaf i mi, dynnwch ac rwy'n hyn. Mae y gallwn i'w home yn gwneud am rhiwyddo mewn gwahodd. Mae yr ysgrif incoming ar gyfer y sylfaion. Mae'r cyllid meddwl ar ôl ddi'u cyfryddion... ..yng nghymddol i fynd i ddechrau'n gwirlo ac yn teimlo... ..a fel ddweud... ..yndyn nhw... ...yng nghymddol i fynd i ddechrau, rwy'n ei wneud... Fy rwy'n nob i'w sgwyl fathio i fyndodem yn myfyrwyr... .. крутodd yw... I'm a poet, bruh. Clywethaf, innit? Yeah, okay, so. So, listen here. Forced to fight by wordplay with these silly games. Yo. Yo, let's do this, bruh. All the time. See? You know what? Cos I'm a dark lord and with dawns a form crown. The door by four horsemen forced to draw swords and forced to fight forwards to find his own enlightenment. Sometimes the brightness can be so stifling. Sometimes politeness pollutes this mind again. It's frightening, deciphering the fight within. The flight kicks in. Time. Woo! How's man gonna choke in a 60-second round? Me and just stretch out every sound. Mystical pause. Mixed with applause. That's the sound of one. No. Many hands clapping. You're about to hear the sound of the odd hand slapping. Woo! Slapping straight off the stage. I swear you were like this a minute ago trying to run off the stage. You don't want to upset my mystical rage. I found out who he is about two days ago. Same here, you're lying, bruv. You've been waiting your whole life for this. Finally, Oggie's spending time with me. All I know about you is you call Fahad al-Dahimi. Fahad al-Dahimi. How's Aladdin gonna beat me? This gonna be damn easy. You're about to get lamped by a genie. Lamped by a genie. Before this I had my green tea. Man, just choke. True story, true story. Just have my green tea, bruv. You choked in 60 second round. Please leave. Your brain and your mouth ain't coordinated. That's where the door is located. Bruv, you can't escape the venom. This ain't a battle for you. This is a taster session. I don't know why I came. Fucking crazy. But still I proved that I can just spit off the dome. Mystical vibes like the smoke it floats in the air. Look at the lights. That's right, I forgot about this guy. I'm on the next hype.