 Make some noise everybody for Craig Shendo. And on the other side, make some noise for Conker B. Conker. Alright, it's round one on Conker B, let's go. Yo. Hey there. Put it down. Let me bring some honesty to start this clash with. I don't like spitting bars with spastic. But since I sparred with Alex, I decided to recraft my tactics. Soon I'll be on bigger things, consider yourself target practice. Which is fitting. Because ammunition, I've got to spare round or two. So in a round or two, I'll show I didn't come here to clown on you. It's astounding you think that you've got a chance of me powering through. You're only here because you beg soul to set up your tryout for you. No video to send in of his battle bars and that. To try out in this league and let the wrappers answer that. And if that improve enough of what a fag you are, it's facts that in Liverpool you met most prob and had a heart attack. His bottom lip quivered as he gave him a handshake. Said, hi my name's Nick, but Craig Shendo's my rap name. Whenever I feel lonely, I let one of your tracks play and it lets me know that nerds like me can still have a fan base. No mistake, I'm sure you most and solo makes, but you're there cloning on stage. I know your fate because that role you play is getting overplayed. So although that style's a bold display, we know it ain't your own. So Craig, the only dough you'll make is getting rolled and baked by Tony Ray. Oh my God. Fred, let's go. Yo, shitting flips will beat me. Get fucked, Craig. That's insanity. You ain't even improved since you come here from the wacker leagues. Freeze off your head won't help you win in this battle when I freeze off your head like Sub-Zero's fatality. I could say you beg it with all battleers, but that's not fully true, because I've got a battler in mind that you owe an apology to. Because you did an essay on the forum about how Woolsey was shit. Woolsey saw it and said he wants to settle this with his fists. That had him shook, he talks to talk, but really nickers a bitch, because I don't have to come online and get this kid out of shit. Like ignore these mean people, Craig, I got to assure that if you come to an event you won't get clapped in the job. You're like a jack russell that starts on bigger dogs on a walk because the owner has to get you out of the problems you cause. Woo! So now I'm no disaster. I won't get him to stand in my place, but me and Woolsey are cool and we've got a plan for today. Since we're battling outside he can't get banned from this space and you've got to, you've got away with one too many rants in your day. I think you need to learn there's consequence for acting this way. So once this battle's done I think you're gonna get banged in the face. He'll leave you minced meat, spaghetti leg for putting gas to the flame, wait. Minced meat, spaghetti, gas to the flame. Hey, are you Woolsey? Yes, sir. That's full of nays! On and on. On and on. On and on. Don't meal. That's it, right? No. Is that time? Yeah. Woo! It's you with me, yeah? Yeah. Woolsey to try and get me shook, you are such a fag. Yeah, I forgot this was a doubles match, you fucking twat. So what's it gonna be, Conkerby? Go on for three rounds of, oh, listen to your music, and I went onto Facebook and checked all your messages. Every sentence he says is all very generic, followed four minutes till he gets to the end of the text as he's prepping. Well, that structure won't survive the impact of my craft like September 11th. Really, bro, you can't expect I'll be threatened when you look like Emma from Tekken and cross with King Henry VII. Look, I can't lie, I am someone that rates in. That Mr. Inglourious battle, fucking amazing. What? You think fans watched it because his scheme away his life? People only watching Glorious form. That must feel very shite because when people skip your eyes to see the fucking guy who said, you're just a wannabe who wants to be one of the wannabes to reassess your life. So you won, kinder, by being disarmamently bland, but when the forum gassed you up you started to act like your bars in your swag were harder than that. Seeing Glorious has his supporters despite being retarded and whack, whereas you just conjure up your own armies of fans like Katana's attacks. Anyone who calls himself a Conker B fan needs to stop being a twat. See, I couldn't do this battle down south, so they put us on during a break. Just because I am invading your home country don't mean I won't leave Conker in a state. See, when Bamelan put me into this match-up, I thought I'd give him a chance and so I clicked on his battles. Here's my advice, bro. Ritling tablets. Sometimes I wonder if the kid is alright because when he's spitting these rhymes, he's doing this all the time like trying to fondle an invisible pair of tits behind, and I was practising that on your bitch just last night. But some of your hand gestures are proper strange, looking like John McCain's gone insane. On the flyer, I was the one with the llama to blast, but he's the only one waving arms like a spaz. You can never beat me even with your best stuff. Conker is named after a horse chestnut who came on your bird's tit to get your horse chestnut. Bah! Ooh! Asperges. Something he got to tell you. See, all you Aspie cunts always seem to act differently. In social situations, you can feel the spasticity. Those poor kids with autism think they're life-tragic, but all you spectrum-dwellers seem to have that sly talent. That one thing that makes them go from straight spaz to a... like Susan Ball with her singing or Rain Man with the Count in. Tim Burton's autistic and great classics around him you're probably good at something but mate you haven't yet found it. I know you think it's rapping and to say you're poor is mean. I know you'll throw a fit because I'm breaking your routine but all lost means are made from you. I'll be picking a few more but I'm not a real man and I'm not gonna drop you. I'm not a real man. I'm a real man. You will be a real man. I'm not a real man. I'm not a real man. I'm not a real man. I'm not a real man. But all us normal people know this ain't your sort of scene, so try find your cool and you'll die in a waste of your own dreams. And there's some bars you ought to stick to, but you're far too ought to stick to. Anyway, regardless of your mental state, bar for bar you aren't on par, you're hardly last on centre stage. I'll test your patience with your spectrum placement when the venom spray done dead in cray, accept your fate. My winning streak won't end today, and Earth thinks you're a loser, bruv, he told me yesterday. But before you they gave me three guys and a rectum, considering me the bringer of divine intervention, so try play with me like I am a plectrum, I'll slap you to the other side of the spectrum. Highly offensive, a lightlier question, hell bound, shall we know signs of redemption? He's outside with no wi-fi to protect him, but soon he'll be back on crying in his bedroom. Because you're a stupid lonely cunt, with no life outside of this. It's a hobby, but that's too hard for his ass to be mine to grip. I think Dominic from Inception, when I'm describing Nick, because the life he dreams about has compromised the life he lives. I feel kind of bad that I had to work in with this, but just try and consider your Asperger's a gift. Because if you weren't such an awkward, unlikable cunt, then you might have had a girlfriend to this. Jesus! You want to diss me to the Asperger's? That shit's absurd. You said I haven't found what I'm good at doing. It's your girl. Yo, you're winning on my Asperger's. Well, if that's how you choose to test me, then it's true. I've had to work past a lot, and that's the truth I've buried. But I'm standing here battling you on even terms. So, you know, if that's the views, that's heavy. Because in many ways, before this battle, I was one nil up on you already. So I checked out your music. It is dead. Just an insipid blend of different heads who did it best. Yo, I'm bringing those kind of lyrics that will make you shit the bed, man. And you'll be swinging off these bars like Danny Jack's stripper friend. He used to play thrash mail. Just him and some straight dorks. I used to be in a rock band, but, bitch, I don't rate yours. Because every single time that you're beginning to play chords, it sounds like someone disembarking a pig with a chainsaw. And that is his peak. He took a rap when he realised his band was so weak. Three months later, he's battling me and calling out, Which makes me think you're just like any other Trump that I meet because you can't stick to the rock if you beg it off every man from the streets. You want to call out talks? I don't understand or believe you. You think you're on his level and that's an achievement? I wouldn't really describe that battle as ether. Three basic rounds about clapping the heat as versus three rounds of Ian Curtis having a seizure. You're a pampered, talentless, kentish, bitch made, overpaid, total waste man. Me, I hit that stone of flavour. Foe's insane, I'll ghost this faker. You want to call out the big docs, kill docs, but if no one rates you, how are you going to strike a chord? You can't even take notes on paper. In fact, you've had three battles here, but I haven't shown any progressional drive. Beyond my level, it's quite depressable, right? All that effort supply, I never provided any more better rhymes, and now he's stepped in my sights to get in Jefferson Price. I'll make this event go memento. He'll go mental and die because he wasted too many shots at two-shot length at the time, like Sammy Jenkins's wife. But he switched from making thrash tunes to rap moves. As soon as his twat proved he's a whack dude and you want promotion for your crap soon? What good will that do? You travel for ages to don't flop events which no one thanks you and you've got no defence for wasting all that money. Like, man, you. Yo, shut up! You've got the personality of a commercial pie chart with no distinct style. I know you're working quite hard. You showed up with no idea but you're still getting served by my bars, Ty. Well done. Since you wanted to go toe-to-toe with me, bro, let's get the show on the road. That inconsistent mix of fast and slow in your flow makes you sound broken and old with the diseases corroding your bones and your only hope of success is appealing to the cold and alone. And every time you stumble, your composure is broken. It sounds like your throat could explode after you told every joke that you wrote. Most newcomers are shit, but are broken and moulded. It'll take more than toking loads of the draw and blowing nose with a smoke for me to not know what I've wrote. This kind's like Cain. Not because he's throwing opponents over the ropes, no. I'll use this flower of composure to expose him and show what that's an appropriate role that I chose because you're just a overexposed mediocre colonial bro in a quotable soya persona. Calm the fuck down. This kind's like Cain. Not because he's throwing opponents over the ropes, no. I'll use this flower of composure to expose him and show what that's an appropriate role that I chose because you're just a overexposed mediocre colonial bro in a quotable soya persona Persona's only known for the chokes. Cause we both get nervous and over-performed, but my verses are colder than yours. When I pen shit, it feels like I'm going to war and my flow is to force to make mountains corrode and reform. When you pen shit, it'll sat alone in your dorm, hoping to lord your flow as the force to get most problem solved to applaud you. And on a paddle, your writings are lacking in vision. But the way you are wrackly spitting gives the illusion of passion within them and that's where we're different. Every time I rap, it's a given the fans wanna listen cause I'm a man of conviction. My bars are my own personality in them. You use this platform, you're given so badly you just reenact what you've seen from the clashing to your favorite battlers in them. You're not a battler, you're a tribute act. And no shouting's gonna cover up that skill you lack. There's a chance to prove you're more than just a kid who raps but it almost seems as though you're trying to misuse that. See, I hope everything that conquers Spitz is sitting in. You know I bought them Tekken bars to body him and clinch the win. In that game, it's the character Mokkajin that's fitting in cause each round you're a new member of the roster in a different skin. Oh, boy. So stop this facade, Crayus overplayed and it's boring. Bitch, you've got to earn that yellow name on the forum. I'm trying to help you, Nick. Just put a stop to this now and you'll only ever be remembered as that knob with the brows. You want to know something strange? Just the other day when he went on his luncheon break in some cafe, he started drawing pictures of me. That's something I couldn't say. If you're in love with Crayus, you should just say cause that is fucking gay but it makes sense. Conquers the seedy type who hits nuts and swings the other way. Those strings are attached. He won't even write a battle verse before he's done a draft sketch on his tablet first. You are pictures of me. That's absurd. Makes me think you've been banging them lips against the pipe more than flappy birds. But it's not just me he's obsessed with. He's actually take advantage of any mates I have. A proper rapist bastard. Becky Donhew won't fuck you. She thinks you're a blatant faggot. You'd have greater chances changing tactics to creating cat-fishing personating last is just like David Masters. Motherfucker, after this you're gonna wish you smashed his promo. You're a failure with the women and a pretty massive homo source spread right across this virgin like Richard Branson's logo. Stop lurking off viewpoint begging for a drops. I'll be doing it later. You pathetic fragot. Well, it makes sense cause he's been begging Bagnell to let him have a demo track of the extra channel. This cock is worthy to branch out. Come out his shell and smash it. But when our biome-inspected man he didn't have the strength to battle they didn't want to see that conker drop so they just left him hanging. Fuck any personal crap you think you have for Nick. I don't have to dig for background shit to have a big advantage prick. He's been digging on the floor on like a massive dick but on a battleship it ain't plain sailing until your crew's behind you're helping you catch the wins but this battleship ain't plain sailing unless it's crew's behind him although with crew's behind him won't catch the win. But you begged it off the metal scene and got no fans of respect. You begged it off the wrappers and the wrappers were vexed. You begged it off my mates and got knocked back like a pest so then you begged it off the forum and that is just dead. He will scramble and beg any chance he can get should since when was Anton Murphy middle class and from Kems. You should never challenge me. I don't lose battles ever. I'm the huge, angry fellow with the Bruce Spanner temporal of that Lou Kang aggression mix of the wood man from Tekken City. 36. Shameless in your face like wood tanks the metham and that new rapping legend like the two crack projection. I came to Leeds to leave my spotted target a rotten carcass but your world apart Oster Harkin, Gate Connor Harkins and Sovngarden and your ginger. Pete Cashmore, shout out Fair Trade Wine. Very interesting, a lot closer than I thought it would be. I'm going to go first round Conker B I'm going to go second round Crescendo which means the final round goes to drum roll Conker B. So 2-1 Conker B. Okay, so there's a lot more one sided than I thought it would be. I actually thought I gave it 3-0 to Crescendo. Conker B had a lot of nice schemes and heavy multis which obviously I love but I think it was too focused on the multis. I think Crescendo actually came with a lot more incisive angles than I thought he would and yeah, I've got to give it to Crescendo. I thought he actually destroyed that battle. I really do and I really liked Conker B from his first battle and I liked him here but I just thought Crescendo really really killed him every time. Thank you. It's very easy, yeah. You shuffle something while it's as usual. You're looking at a 5-on. Harkin, 2-1 Conker B, first two rounds definitely a million third round after I think Crescendo is really interesting. I thought it was about a lot like he did while Crescendo and that but he lost 2-1. See you later. Yo man, C just judged Conker B versus Crescendo. I give that 2-1 to Conker B and the second and third just broke him down better. Jazz music, apologies. I'm going to give it to Teds and Tails and Crescendo for the three. Alright, don't flop street battles. We just had a sick battle. The announcement of the winner is 4-1 Conker B, amazing use.