 fucking day. Hashtag DMD. Please hang us up. We are here. Back inside. If you've got some energy, please make some noise. Big crowd. It's a point here. You know, we are all in the middle of the street right now. It's 6th birthday. Shit day number two. We are drawing to a close. It's the last three battles of the day. It's been so fucking good the weekend. It's been off the hook, trust me. Alright. MC on my right-hand side. I will introduce for this last minute four day prep one round. You heard me right. One round four day prep battle. You know the name. To my right-hand side. Please make you feel welcome. Make some noise for you now. I feel that Tony D title match will be going down in December 2014 on January 2015. Trust me, we'll let you all know what that means soon. Alright. And MC on my left-hand side. Smash the invite block this year. Returning for one last battle for 40 years out. You know the name. Make some noise for Sol. Very, very last minute. We couldn't give the fans, you know what I mean. The title match was important. We had to put something else in the car to make sure they got their money's worth. It was a vote battle, man. Because it was real, real last minute. It was one round. But anyway, alright. Sol was cool with going first and it was one of two rounds on Sol. Yo, good evening. Yo, now you and Flex Bliss are always arguing on Facebook but straight up it seems like you should be best of friends to me. Because you both represent the league by being five foot two annoying and then 24-7 trying to beg it with American MC. Yo, we would just add them to the long list of people that have haunted you online who a fortnight later you say sorry to and why. Yo, I think the monstrosity would find that he needs his policies revised because he's made apologies more times than all the league combined. I can't even read out that fucking list to the crowd. If I tried, they'd call time. It's an unlimited round. And what are you bitching about? They're the ones who didn't want to see We Clash. Shit, half this curve doesn't even know this is a rematch. Right? No. Well, if you don't know I beat him before on Get Slated. That one was PG, this one is X rated. Better have the drive to survive, forget whaling, have to kill the mark in the sequel, death racing. And if you ask for a trilogy, it'll worsen for him. See, the first was a win, this is curtains for him. If the third is a thing, then you're burning the ring so in more ways than one, this is return of the king. Why did Tommy ask them to set a battle up with the one guy who always backs the dude and even asked Mr. 13 and Flex Digits not to bother you? So drop the attitude, you little munchkin, or I won't do it next time and the dude will punch you. I clean up after you, solve your problems, prove him something and your Janet is better than you could ever be. Goodwill hunting. Anonymous. He's too talentless. I'm spitting like this for a joke. You rap like this. If you do a one minute round, then lose half of it, too adjectives. Yo, who's beat him? Who's beat him isn't the question. Who has it is? Used to be cool with Flex but grew arrogant so they threw hands at him like they beat with the crew Matizen. Show up, clash, sling arms like the new cannabis for starting on that young black male like two pack of it. Unanimous. I don't even have to rinse you getting pumped up by Shottie because before that don't flut Plymouth event you said something that's dodgy. You said me and R throw in a Plymouth event. Yo. No, no, no, no, no, no. All right, picture me. company lobby with a cup full of coffee and Bams pitching me ideas like Shuffle Inbox me he's down for a few and two don't even want any money cheap venue dude from the white rabbit pup says he's got me in I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa we have to run this by Tommy like yo you done yeah yeah what do you think of this yeah no no I just remembered I don't go shit no you're an idiot he even talks about the guns that he grips you come from the sticks and take bi-monthly holidays with your cousins to fish well I got a gun that's so big that it doesn't exist wrap your head around that one you son of a bitch no you got sung by your bitch and your girl's cold I don't want to give you some advice on the down low but she got skull fucked couldn't keep her she didn't think with the head like al snow mind because in the whole thing days you're a bloated waste but you can run swim jumps get Roe trained on roe for days throw your weights above your shoulder blades until you're old and great you still like a fat and stuffy-sad and grumpy overweight salby faded on with shaved you over the heavy over銘 can you and the old B masters, you know i'd have a bloodthirsty but you can run swim jumps that treat on Rocober days though your weights above your shoulder blades did to your all the gray you still like a fat and him surpasses healthy sad and grumpy overweight Pull on my faith if I're done with shades you ogre face over bait with the chromosomes in space know your place Tony's grave That's what you get reprized with That's what you get reprized with over insane on Shogun's face your head need Isis with a golden age Shogun's blade a Wesley snipe with killer replaced he with a body like Ed Geene stylus Take three songs Be all loud like faggots like me or why he's not proud like I can't rap on beat all rounds And you can beat box now. It's four four. No key or rounds speed off sound my head gone So Lee Scott down that make leaf dog bounce his battle over cause he's knocked out. That's the second canvas You can sleep on now. I'm talking rivers of blood like enough pal That's got stuff You know when the beat got out his teeth all grand the seesaw mouth over the right like rock steady and be bought now Why do you leave dogpounds? I went to the circles the hell and drag back these hot rounds You're getting through your bars for nothing like Leon Brown Even my sales making book like a prologue. You're a plain Jane diamond dozen Joe blogs I'm Jack teller and black leather on the road hog flipping the bird on your roof like ghost So long I'm gonna leave you with this moment of clarity and hopefully you realize what's important in battling It's whether you present what you've written as a joke or as factually see when I talk about photon and tractor beams death notes Trojans and cavalry or shogun assassins on the road to Damascus. We know it's imaginary that is woven a tapestry Right now what I'm on serious like Opie and Anthony when you talk about the chrome and the gats you squeeze the coke And the crack you've seen and try make me look something real life because I don't to embarrass me It's like you fall into the black hole of the battle scene try exposing your adversary just to prove that you're more of a man than me Just to back up this persona this act. We need the exaggeration of our own personality Go for the fans we please but you can't separate Tommy from unanimous That's so very sad to see you buy right into it at home when you're spamming tweets Hoping that rappers be treating this shit like it's a soap that's on channel three No, that's the gas you feed and the reason that you always lose hold on your sanity Wow, so if you want to know the difference between soul in this black emcee both of them's fantasy for when I wrote mind Don't pose this reality I meant this class was good fun, and it's impressive as fuck. I'm I used to lose a one-round battle to one They said he wasn't gonna show up You let all of you down Guess that shotty bottle got to the pricks head, but really your God knows I'm a thorn in his crown Now cuz I'm battling my friend you think I'm gonna do it with honor Brought stick you with a fork as you bow put a gist in a church. I'm throwing organs around There Tony D. I had a throne to seize instead you got thrown to me So I'm a grab your throat and scream what's a king to a godland punch you out your rosaries fuck souls fucking bum hole When I spit it, you know, it's I got a witty plan. He said he Wesley slices, then I'm a demolition man You don't really want a fucking back of war. I Fucking smash you up When I'm rapping stuff Shit This is what happens with four days prep, but fuck it. I'm unanimous. I'm fucking bless its birth like Jesus and Nazareth It's the blood taking say no masochist catch me spaced out on the nasty trick so high that I can't see where the planet is I'm on some fucking nasty shit cold smack your bitch Snaps collateral faster than the rap pack of scavengers and massacre these rappers because I have to embarrass them Let's talk about I Mean your girlfriend lives in Canada, right? I want you to swear on your grandmother's life. You've never wiped off on sky Him setting up an event in Plymouth like that was all right, bro. Why don't you ask him if he wants to host a battle in fight? because I'm fucking The fourth story at Scotland yard that's bars on top of bars on top of bars You're bare moistness or then film references are so gay they're pointless I don't give a fuck I see dead people in fact I hear their voices because my one-liners connect with soul like clairvoyance How are we doing this I'm cold-hearted my soul's Arctic my actions below freezing my fists like ice picks are cold slap you for no reason I'm scheming like I've got chiller Jones to write my rap fam I thought Jeffrey punchy froze tonight and they sold a nice like brass cast Fuck off Scottish prick It's fucking four days Scottish prick Yo Fucking on Jed Mitchell got a swagger of a wet tissue. I Thought we were friends, mate. So why'd you say all that stuff about my fucking Admissive Facebook statuses like that would make my world end because my Facebook statuses are where you met your girlfriend Yeah You know what fucking I want to decapitate my brother's head of the toilet He caught big tea and draw this piece I saw that they go from shoulder to shoulder, but you weren't getting a light in real talk