 We here in Don't Flop, this is the pre party to the 7th birthday, I'm slightly waved as you might know, but listen, if you're in the building, make some fucking noise. Yeah! I'll talk about it. All right, are we in here? Yo, what's the deal? Hold on, let me introduce myself. This big team, Mr. Chalaka Boo, Mr. Boo Blockhead, they call me Mr. Boo. To my left, we got my man, your window, make some noise for you. On the right-hand side, last time I see him live was against Hepatic, we got my man, Rob Wilson. I think, yeah. Make some fucking noise. We didn't even flick the fucking coin back. To be honest, Rob Wilson is going first. All right, good to go. Okay, so when you windows back, but he was never meant to take Bob, so were questions raised. What did I do to get this great shot? Some rookies pay for big names, but when I win, I'll never pay cos this isn't product placement. I don't have to pay the company when the name drops. This is centre stage, Rob. I'm expecting mad hate or your gas, because you've been told by all your friends of man's fate. Well, your white mates are saying you will set the lad straight, and all your black mates are saying... I don't have any black mates, but me, I'm not racist. I'm friends with lots of black guys. Everybody knows that being shocked's a mad type. What a damn lie. I know that racism's not really what you stand by, but you've spent three rounds speaking about Bobby's slant eyes, but that's what the fans like. So go ahead and start taking the piss, cos I won't lie to you, fam. Being Asian is shit. If we're talking Asians and I'm dating a chick, we look the same. I might as well be dating my sis. I might as well be dating my sis. There's no relating to this. Yo, I tried to start a group where the Asians could mix, where we could celebrate our culture in the way that we live. I mean, the Black Panthers worked, but no one came to my thing. I guess the Yellow Panthers never had the same sort of agreement. So you can talk about your struggle, all this shit in your life, but you don't know shit until you've seen the chinkiest side. What do you know about being a little in size? What do you know about being addicted to rice? What do you know about being addicted to rice? What do you know about having slittier eyes, which do nothing but give us people limited sight so they're comfortable and sober when they think they're blind, and take away the car because we didn't fit for the drive. You don't know about that shit, that piece of the pie, but then I'm only mixed race, so neither do I. So enough of that self-deprecation gimmick. I don't need to rely on that to maintain my image, but you do, along with discriminating rhythms, which built up your fan base who rate those lyrics. But recently, you've been trying to erase the bigger, but you spent so long with that persona, it's too late to ditch it. So copy Oscar Vistorius, start spraying bitches, like him, that's the only way that we forget your racist dipshit. You spend your life on social media, taking pictures of the food that no one cares that you made you idiot. You can't live without your phone. So I don't want to hear no Asian disses, because I know Asians who know Asians who made that shit. My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is safe, terrific, and you can't spell Caucasian without the Asian in it. To be honest, bro, where the fuck you copped them clothes, your dad's a Japanese car dealer, and your mom's a Chinese palm reader. So why the fuck do you look like an half Korean art teacher? It's funny how you look Asian, and your car need from pronunciation R's either. I've got like one mate in the whole world. I said, you've only got one mate. Yo, so just know I didn't put no effort in, I didn't show enough respect. These lyrics were rushed, I didn't bust a sweat. I couldn't wait to see the last of them bars like I'd just done a stretch. See, I've known this battle was on the cards for months, but yet I thought, fuck the prep, because you could get buried on 24 hours notice. That's a Muslim death. Now I couldn't stress how much this could mean, nothing less to me, but I'm guessing that right now you're terribly scared. So what's that scent that you wear? Because there's a, I'm shitting myself smelling the air. But I'd try my best to take it easy on your wabbit. Because I'm very aware that after this battle gets uploaded your mum will be getting concerned and therefore prepare the heavily weighted letter from here then send it to air. See this class was originally meant to go down on a boat party in Croatia. Now look at us. And it's a shame because all of those bars had to go in the bin. I was going to be like, listen up Rob, I hope you can swim. Because you're so very thin so if I don't get the wind then I'm throwing you in. Listen, but when that battle got called off you were so angry you left your little sister with a broken hand. I only accepted that battle because it was going to be on a boat mother fucker, lonely island. See I like to disrespect my opponents to the point where they're looking to shiv me, but Rob's a Christian rapper isn't he? So what's he going to do? Fucking forgive me. Just show me a good Samaritan, a fucking bat of them. I force him to brush his teeth with his mother's canister. I'm a bad person. I'd be like your bag, you got your video recording stuff all back again. Good, I can finally tell you where to put your fucking cabinet down. See in the past I've done some terrible things, but I'm not going to stand there and start confessing my sins. I hope that I'm touched by an angel's heavenly wings. I don't need Christ our savior to forgive my behaviour. That's why I put pen to page. After this we go our separate ways. This time we meet, I'll be pissing petrol ready to set a blaze as I take centre stage for the end of days. You're going to need divine intervention to beat me, but I guess you never know Rob. I'm not wise because I'm getting old. It's just because I don't trust in any soul-led along God. Let's go Rob. Now first off, Emily Tilley's seen your cock, lad. Not bad. And though it happens, and I guess I've got to give him glory, whether or not it was consensual is a different story. No surprise that it's mad as a Darth Ma. Praise on impressionable girls, but only can when they are drunk. In battles you even call yourself a nonce. And though the crowd reacted that bar son, don't think that cancels out the fact that you are one. Because in your mirror match you claimed you had a lot of sex with the disabled and destitute. But what got me vexed was you seemed proud about that. Acting cocky when you expected our sympathy after Flossie left you a piece of shit, Michael. I haven't got respect. You did that all for attention you hadn't gotten yet. What's more, with girls you've got no standards. You'd probably let a midget from Prague in your trousers. That's a pocket check. That was terrible. That was terrible. Vaginal's not impressed. I am impressed. It beats your formula, which is to say stuff about raping or something that's racist, then she could be grid like, that's funny now ain't it. Establishing character, I don't know how he wants us to paint him. A lovable racist or a cuddly rapist. I've had enough of this pagan. So I'm ending this swap. We're here to battle. I don't want to see you make a sexual advance. The only reason why he accepted this clash is because I got called a Chinese lesbian erotic match. This racist came all the way from Liverpool to tell me I'm wack, but bear you say wrong. So to quote the words you speak, I'm sending you back to where you came from, but wait, stop. Because I'm not here to talk about the racist shit that this bra did, because that persona's put on. To hide the fact is lyrics, they are shit. And that persona's not even good. It's ridiculous, rather. It's been overused since today's it's fitting the darkest. So when you try to rap and hear us all laughing, don't go and think that you are sick because behind your back, no one's really giving you love, Mick. You're David Brent, putting on a persona that you think they will laugh with when reality we're thinking you're a bit of a bastard. And with a breakdown like that, I've just ended this novice. So shout out to Juan for recommending the office. Now, I bet his japsite looks like fatty wapsite. Bet his japsite looks like fatty wapsite. Rob's religious and I was never backed out, but these bars off the chains and right now he's getting chastised. So you're from that 2014 filler crop. Have I made 20 grand or 14 plans the last time I did the crop? Made 20 grand or 14 plans the last time I did the crop. This little man's about to piss his pants on, ring him up because I'm on that same Scout Stugship that got silla popped. I roll with crack dealers who pack heaters that'll lift them up and spin them round like dance teachers. Ganga meaner, like we are stampede and like I'm teachers to Antigua the way I shoot this Christian in the leg you could say that I'm a blasphemer. Now to me, there's always been something funny about your little religious faggot, by the way. To me, there's always been something fishy about Easter. I mean, it seems that Jesus was nothing but one pretender because I always rise again in three days time as well after I've been on a bend there. So fuck the Bible, I drew a big fat cock in the back of your book like I'd give a fuck, your father's a vicar, now your dad is a cunt, that kid got the prick and start slapping them up like this is for every child's innocence that the Vatican took. No, because Rob Wilson, you're nothing but a lost pilgrim. Can you please tell me what's Christian Catholic priests do nuns' children? So fuck priests giving it all that dumb speech while sticking the dicks in between innocent kids bum cheeks and anybody could share two fucking loaves of bread between thousands, 5,000 people you just give them a crumb each. I spent the last 28 years searching for Christ but I never felt the presence of Heaven's blessings. Maybe Jesus has just pissed off that when it's his birthday we're all getting presents. Yo, so fucking... Nah, it's not time, it's not time, it's just coming. It's taking it's time, that's what it's doing. Getting presents, yo. So fuck, you know. I knew, no, I'm not gonna say time. I knew I'd fucking do this. Don't need the last four bars. Cool time then. Yo, but I can see it relating to an illusion. Smoking minutes, no pen and teller Even after the keg is stellar and my clever fellow, you've got a little brain that's the set of bellum. So fuck spreading the word, I wouldn't be seen dead in the church, never, ever. I'd rather stick on a baker because to believe in a miracle wager you'd have to be deaf, I'm blind like Helen Kelly. Let's go. So this is meant to be my shot. Like if I put my foot down and try I'd reach my aspirational goal that one day I could be this guy and that's a press scouser. I'm sure I won't lie. Because if this is my aspiration I need to take a long hard look at my life. Because after checking out his music I found it hard-bathoming how this man's exactly about. Because on one hand he's always rapping about being a lad on the town, on the other hand he's depressed, he's the saddest clown. So from that, here's how a night outward Michael would actually sound. At first he sat with the crowd, he's Adam Yagas he stinks of the booze that he's had when he was young. So now he's draining a fifth of some vodka along with cocaine he will sniff at a table or sink. He's born eighth of that shit and can easily call up a mate for a hit because he's not even high. Years of taking the sniff has made it so Mick wouldn't fill the amount which would make me go limp, he needs more. So again he's draining a fifth of some vodka along with cocaine he will sniff. But then some ladies walk in. An eight and a six, he blatantly thinks that they need some dick. So he goes to Mick while his mate has a six he walks over, tells them his occupation is sick, that he's making music and he's famous from it and they're interested. The conversation is lit when they talk so he goes to pay for their drinks. Soon enough the bill backs to eighties but shit. That's a small price to pay for him gaining a chick so he'll pay for their drinks. And now they're draining a fifth of some vodka along with cocaine they will sniff. But now he's majorly pissed. He's reached the phase where he's sick all over a man with the change of the bins covered in stains with his piss and the ladies he's with taking all this they're disgusted and proper ashamed of him since they have class. They don't want to be seen with his face and they're quick when they leave him alone where he fails to notice when he does. He doesn't know he's the reason that made them both split in his mind. He's quaking and raging. He thinks that his mate has gone been on some shady type shit that he's snaked and gone with both the eight and the six so he's mad. Hand clenched, mate to a fist as he swears one day that mate's getting hit but for now he takes his anger out draining a fifth of some cocaine he will sniff. Now he's done. No, wait a minute. He'll take one more drink. Draining a fifth some vodka along with cocaine he will sniff and he's draining a draining a fifth taking a, taking a, taking a sniff along with some vodka, along with some vodka he's draining a fifth. The amount of time he's draining a fifth of some vodka along with cocaine he will sniff. Sounds like hit man Holler just made a remix. Now he's majorly pissed. Haters could disper. That don't mean shit when the Yeagers pour in because he's happy. Big smile, great on his lips so later he'll take his hit but soon enough it's the end of the night and he starts to feel faint and feel shit as he stumbles back home. Shirt stays in his sick. He feels the depression which stems from his failures kicking and in the night he sheds and he changes his skin. He's no longer a lad now. He's a sad clown with no one to entertain so he sinks back down to the damn ground head cradled he rimpers and cries and his mind thinking dangerous things going inside where we might walk straight through the kitchen where he's taken to the sick aim through his wrist start scraping till it's making a slit they're not able to stitch when the neighbours walk in so they have a bit but I'll stop right there. This is pain to spit and I hope to God that I've exaggerated all this because this has happened to people I'm faking this shit alcohol to my granddad away from the kid it's ruined lives it's ruined yours and that's why I pray for you Mick because you know that it's why you went to Spain for a trip to turn your life around find inspiration to live but then you went back to your makeshift or binge back to the old habit getting majorly pissed back to your old life that mistake that you went to the trip that you took didn't change anything and it sands me massively because he's genuinely great when he spits the music he makes is creative and sick but all the drinking drugs that he takes makes me think that maybe that talent is wasted on him in albums you're always complaining and skits that the life that you live seems painful and shit so maybe it's time someone says to you Mick if you truly want to live and feel change you need to change how you live you said that I'm a sad clown that sound let me tell you that we're nice on the town with Robert go it'll be as bored as that round let's get serious for the minute let's go see I don't believe in miracles I don't believe in Jesus meeting the crippled and making them walk I don't believe in Adam and Eve in the garden and Viva nor a snake that can talk I don't believe that the devil's words can come from a hellish taberns tongue in the shape of a fork I don't believe that Moses separated the water between two Arabian shores and got all of his followers safely ashore I don't believe that Noah put nails into boats and built an ark so big that when it rained in a port two of every animal came on a board and set sail from the port the exact same way I don't believe in Father Christmas the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny or that every baby that's born came from a stork so how could I have faith? ask all of me ex-bears I'm not faithful at all so I couldn't ever look to Mecca and pray on all fours because I don't believe that any grown man in this day and age should be forced to continue to praise the Lord especially when we're still engaging in wars based on no cause other than the fact that my faith's greater than yours I'd rather create an explored and crusade with a sword taking land from a pagan's hand and changing the law see for once these words aren't lazy and forced right now I'm rewriting the Bible and I'm making it all fit on one page of A4 because the only quote I agree with from Genesis is I can't dance it's just the way that I walk if religion separates people like Hadrian's walk segregates people like creatin' a war based on race like the orange-free states in the boat I believe religion holds people back like a chain on a boat, a metaphysical cage to resort a mental slavery made as a form of control just a way to ensure the population of poor behaves in accordance with the ways that these tortures of obeying a satan is masonic law we have taught Christianity is my favourite religion though because I'm English so I love bacon of course and it's the only organized faith where the Lord says that it's okay to report so basically what I'm saying is your dad is a nuns your father too is lost and you should get wrapped because you're posh you've got no fan base and you could never act like a boss so how you spreading the word of Jesus when your image doesn't carry across