 We are here, don't block, keeping it 140. We're here in Leeds City, West York City. It's the main event of our first ever Grand Clash event. Temple of Brune makes a fucking noise. Let's go. It's fine. You're gonna hear me on Instagram, at Twitter, on Twitter, my man Briggsy, at BriggsyUK, all the social media shouts out rap to Warhurst as well. This is our first ever 100% Grand Clash event. It's been fucking amazing. Shouts to Leeds for coming out. Let's get straight into the main event of the day. MC on my right-hand side, don't flop debut. He has spent the last year or so racking up millions of views on YouTube from Blackpool. Make some noise for our side, man. Let's go. Bargy, you don't know. Pick up Leeds. You don't know. And on the left-hand side, this man needs no introduction and absolute Leeds. And don't flop, that's what makes a noise for P-fucking-soldier. Pick up, pick up. Anyone who comes to the next event, make sure you log on Don't Flop.com, find out. The next event will be March 25th in Sheffield. We're gonna be up and down the UK with Grand Clash events all in 2017 and 2018. We've flipped off camera, it's gonna be Afghan down up first. This is Don't Flop, keeping it 140. One more time, get the energy in the room. Make some noise. Yes. It's all right. Don't flop all fucking days. Shouts out my brother DJ Kovu from South Point on the decks. It's on Afghan down, whatever you want, bro. Let's go. Yeah. It's all right. Pick up Leeds, you don't know. Me turn. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, man. All right, then. Yo, yo, thinking it's hard, yeah, it's big P. I'm a big man from Leeds. That's called Leeds to my dreadlocks. Put the convoys in edlocks. Washed up, so lost my weed. I don't chat shit, you're a tramp. The four walls inside your bed, sit back home and downpour. And your man doesn't look pregnant. What were you thinking, fam? I'm only living this shit to boot. Black tall kids can do this. Crashing accommodation. You've done that, don't listen. That's before I've not. Trust me, that's a relegation. Chat shit where your man are faking. Claim that you hate pigs, where your man are faking. When it comes down to the skill of rise and shine. We're relegating. I've got a big mouth, bro. Big mouth, bro. My ass needs a clash. And I want to entertain it. I'm gonna put your yardboard the rest of it. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. Don't keep knives in livers, you could never make big man shivers What's your manager got you into? What's man a call like with no sweat? What's man a... Hold on, noose out Yo, A-pussy, you don't wanna spend with me You don't wanna hear about pay for fees, I lay back in the package Yo, A-pussy, you don't wanna spend with your bars I still get a young bit to take your bills And I don't wanna hear, make you bills My damn a scrabble into makeup Yo, I said you're not ready You're spending the fake head yet you're not ready You look like one of them gags Everybody asked how big P's dead Dead, all right then Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo I said you're not ready You're spending the fake head yet you're not ready You look like one of them guys That made you feel tight with all the flies With the face untidy So why'd that shut off your nips? Why'd that why'd that shut off your nips? You're not big, not fat, not No need to pick, so you don't walk round with the stick, so The best it leads You're not even the best in borough Carry on and I'll get no teeth To go around to his mum's yard and beat some of your little bummer I come your dad I come your little bull from his snap pack Thank God you... Yo, Yo, Yo I'm gonna go on in a minute This count's gonna get on in a minute You don't get fed Strong when you in it On some ass that's strong when you in it Don't act bad You can't get spoiled in a minute But yeah, my back's mad Think that you can beat I've got a lot, lot, lot of a city Yo, Yo New Year's Eve, I want it town raving Two man up in the wing with Boiski Fix these bad kids being all noisy Fix these bad kids being on vice Guess what pussy I'm being on twice Watch your team get rollin' nice Okay I never seen you, though Yo, Yo, Yo When I was on vice I was talking about crime and burglary I won't argue with you Let's go New Year's Eve, I want it town raving Two man up in the wing with Boiski Fix these bad kids being all noisy Fix these bad kids being on vice Guess what pussy I'm being on twice Watch your team get rollin' nice Back man up when I put him on ice Drop in the nice, I'm attached with Dan I don't think me and him will shake hands We're compared Gonna man dance Roll to the race Drop foot with a man Don't mention me Man seem grand Yo, I'm in a liquor man Team like ants Man a big man, I won't fuck man's ass Yo, I'm just a orphan raised by ants Man, I got plans Give all of you a good rest, man Fuck man, Dan Oh, hey, oh, hey Raised by ants Man, I got plans Give all of you a good rest Just to get a man's check I need it blood on my hand Up to the clash I will expand You'll go back to your little wasteland Drop in the singin' Roll down the road Throw it in the bush I'll get you girlfriend pressed like bush Walk off Hoi Yo Better get back in these bombs Stick me down, you know you don't know Yo, P Suck him on bo Your grandma, but your granddad, well umbo I'll shave over that as you don't know Cause I'm a dirty bastard Like never man Put stuff in the boom-o But you don't stop there Say I'm a stupid man Don't watch that, bro You don't want to start mussin' out that joke Send up in the back of a white van Like the last blow Trust me, you don't want that, though Just stop flexing your No, sir, if Hold it back then Yo, yo I said, bro, watch that, bro You don't want to start mussin' out that joke Send up in the back of a white van Like the last blow Trust me, you don't want that, though Just stop flexing your chest like rumbo Man, I'll get chopped up Like a mango But you can murder me, eh Lasso And even your nan knows If I punch you with your damn nose I'll end up getting lashed off like cash row And we all know where back that goes But there ain't no walking it off No talking it off Straight going it off Go for the gain it back Back in the ends, man Them call me a boss Once man are all done man That's all Trust me, pussy Pussy all in the end This tragic Extend all like go-go-gadji All the points fly out of How you mean? These guys won't put a shit into Ked Call every man for your bloke clattens And you still come bloke clack Lost two feds on a bendable clutch And smack it Beat up your girlfriend off two maggies Ten man deep in the bitch got matching This till he come probably go and get married I used to cut down white while blazing No worry, it was easy Based up in a bandeau it was easy Ask anyone about bloke with beesy I had to gut one thing she would need it Little T. Dot like Yuki is seeding And you won't put you into Ked Cause you're ugly Man, I like big peas going on fuck with Well, out the big man create the dopey I'm too much Dead man over there Just glass fam Trap talk shit Said I won a cash man But I don't cash that home Afghan dance got too many bars Too many Too many bars Fucked off so many friends in the past 10 years But I still got too many Too many dogs Too many bars Trust me Man, vote too many Back it back with my dogs And I'm feeding the cats But I holler at too many sharks Man, it's number one in my town When it comes to grime I'm topping off too many cars So maybe the reason to get gasses Plus the popping off too many bars Geez Bullies as a youth Right now you're getting bullies as an older Man got big bars sat in a defolder Right from the clout man tech with your shoulder Round one's done it is over Off my first four bars it was over Black rain drover Big ting ting talking opera Big ting ting I ain't talking opera Shit I might drop it Shit I ain't drop it Shit I might ball up my fist Don't box you Get you in when I flex me about road When I'm airing the raps in the desert Yo, why did the call you pay? You got no cash and you definitely ain't even been part Of everybody's aim So why did the call you be a soldier boy? Yo, man, you ain't no soldier boy Yo, yo, all right then Look, yo When man get gassed What I put the gas mask on Pull that tool Scratch that done Get gassed and you get left that done Man get gassed but they can't back that done Yeah Am I sitting on match.com Cause you can't get farther than a minute Discount's gonna get farther than a minute You don't get fed Starve when you're in it Oxfam adds their star when you're in it Don't act bad You can get scarred in a minute Feel your bad man Speak that you can be Afghad Nah, nah, nah, never seen it Yo, yo, I'm like Dickhead Your mate's got a comb over Soul skinny, he's gonna blow over Every time I do a beat They be watching my lips And you get a stone cold, hold that look You know that the foes cold down Bar so hard for you in a cold mind Don't act sick on the beat Cause you got a few cricks But yo know you but yo can't look Than 80's so wanna know Yeah, I see I am the Benz You be second out, scoke down The most hot for a full time Wow Well let's go Yo you spendin' it right now You said you got bullies as a you Right now you're getting out of the folder Right full of sly man, take away your shoulder Round one done then it's over Off my first four bars it was over Five man deep, black reindeer over Big ting ting having to offer Shit I might draw for the shit Stop fartin' shit, give you in When I flicked a small bush They be front garden If you wanna go putty or wild then Cause mind nigga Alright there That's it Yo Yo, ring ring, here's that Kissed on top on the phone Man said, would you know about my peace soldier I was like, not a lot, here's that ball What's this, this, this, this, this What's this, don't worry man, don't watch that Don't watch that Yo, ring ring, here's that Kissed on top on the phone Man said, would you know about my peace soldier I was like, here you go, here you go Yo, all right then Yo, listen The little cheeky bastard Your little cheeky trap Your little cheeky bastard Your little cheeky Your little cheeky Yo, ring ring, here's that Yo, ring ring, here's that Kissed on top on the phone Man said, would you know about my peace soldier I was like, not a lot, here's that ball Then he sent me a bit, and then saw them air talking shit He was like, I sell jokes with a bush trap Shack sheet pan, now I've never really told you before If you want a war then it's war No one come and scouse man, no one scouse man Lick off y'all little punk I got it, all right Hey done, win Don't act short, don't act rough After this you will not get moved You're not good, go get full Blood has never been tampered Don't act short, don't act rough After this you will not get moved You're not good, go get full You're not good, go get full You're not good looking Extra live on air, why do you say that You cracked our system Boom down there You lick a black pool, don't make my emotions short In a black pool, just know that when I was chillin' in black pool That I was the hardest, you cannot chat too deep But I had no- Yo, you're my bone stock when I see red I punch a P in his pocket, then wrap the bottom on clean Over his head, he'll go home, start folding the fence Shit in it, all wrapped up in his bed Just half gone stormin' him left You don't want to see me foldin' him left Like JK said, fuck man's coming home with your men Fuck nobody, baby, if you ain't got bars And the girl won't link him, he knows it, he's a twat He ain't gonna get anybody in that stack Differ to the console, fuck when you're caught in the TV That's about his pick, the mole lookin' like an A Trust me, alright then Yo, yo, don't chat shit, man Walkin' out your band, don't chat shit, man Talkin' out your trap, don't chat shit, man Don't chat shit, man I tell you, don't chat shit, man Walkin' out your band, don't chat shit, man Don't chat shit, man Are you dumb? I'll come to your drum And beat off my gun, then go sell rock Two little tees, fuck Real bad, man, you have never met one Brings a lot of the A That's the first time I've mentioned him So don't try it, you're losing I'll get him in your picture if you want Shut up, you're losing Put that forehead to bed, you're losing Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You're losing, you left your ear like a black Yo, yo He blows clouds to your drum And beat off a gun, then go sell rock Two little tees, fuck Real bad, man, cause that little black My gang's dumb, kidnap to this little head Tom Bond, are you takin' a piece? Afghan dance, head Tom takin' a piece Gam did you miss, takin' a piece? Pido, let's go Hey, hey, hey Yo, yo, if you're gonna chance to me Flap to me properly, I might better than you Well, bet me you're a full-blown different You don't know shit, as well nobody stoppin' me It's Afghan down for the VPT This side of the sea, everybody knows me If I come to your cap, it'll be your ass I'll be shagging, twisting, yeah, that's me Thinkin' about which way I might have been Cause I'm a dirty bastard Come to me smacking, jump on my carpet I need no stop there, jump in your window Shame on you, I'm there Jump in the, jump on the bed Come to me, come, come, come, come Watch out my spat in the shit in the air Please don't believe the ugly There, I'm an MC, you wait halfway there Bands on the landing, you're downstairs Bands on the top, but shit with the winners Oh, yeah, you should've called up to pass it on What we do, bam, you're shittin' everyone's ball too Look at his head, aye, yes I don't even know who he is, let's go, yo I don't think me and him will stay pally No composing, yeah, a man from Matty Delking, that be you Don't say sorry, you're an illegal man Tinglite, no need, draw for the Rambo Chest all soggy, man never draw for the Uzi Matty musty, and I'm probably so Matty musty Musty, Matty musty LWDS, what what Pull up your mouth, you will get shot Matty, what? You lot don't, I know something You lot don't, that's not big P Went down and I swear down right now, if I'm me, you gotta go I know something, you lot don't I know something, you lot don't That's not big P, went down and I swear down right now If I'm me, you gotta go Look, thinkin' you bad, thinkin' you bad It's in me, are you mad? It's not my fault, your girl isn't sad Can you grind that lip to the plastic pack But hey, that's it So they'll be boldin' Yo, yo, yo You're not ready You look like one of them guys to make you feel time With all the fries in your face on telly I said you're not ready You're not ready You look like one of them guys to make you feel time With all the fries in your face on telly So wipe that shit off your lips You're not big, not bad, not known In your face and you don't want my mistakes Yo, all of my men roll with their metal Why do you think you're a devil? Man better tell me fuck yourself Man, just drop it, it's for you You're not devil, man, bled Be you, be you, bled And go for the unblessed, you have a blue streak It's not death, go go up, it's peace, soldier I am the boss, that blue crash is Yeah, fuck off Yo, yo, look My man come from a different town of a city Me, I'm from a different planet We want the cash, I repeat you Want the cash, but a different pump Come, come, come, I kick Man, no, we ain't cause damage Afghans, way too savage For me, cause ain't no dally martins Not topping, but I'm an artisan See, I may be easy dickhead, but please jump off it Afghans down on top, sit in the top But can't get not top it, man, I know well Why you want PG, come on the split of 16 May puff it, blab Peace, soldier One more time, make some noise for peace, soldier Go on, lad Make some noise for Afghans, Dan Yeah Thank you, big up, big up