 Behold my challenger, the multi-rambler. I bet you have a Words that rhyme folder, haven't you? You would have lost in London and it's cold in Canada, but don't trip only one king strong enough to hold Excalibur. They're gonna say purpose put it down hard, man, he cooked him, you got barred to death at the venue, outclassed on the footage. As intricate as a picture of your house carved on a bullet, you might sound smart, but we'll see what's on his clown's car when I pull it. Why when you're under pressure, you get more pussy than the pool boy do? Spending too much time in the uni library trying to fit in with the cool boys crew. You and your team gather rounds off the net, you the bullboy crew. But I'm feeling like those guys who shot at schoolboy Q because I'm letting these rounds off on a schoolboy too. These are ten times your best rhymes. Better luck next time. I'll hit him harder than he hits the books before test time. Feel the temp rise, the pressure's on, I'm about to red line. Since we both on trial before the monarchy, I'll make his head fly. Yo, you're gonna lose this on decision, but what do you care if you win it? You only started rapping again at all so you could do this competition. So you're gonna turn up missing when I leave here tonight. And if Nicotine's still alive, then tomorrow I'm calling him for legal advice. Legal advice, just let me know. Billy's a lawyer and my sister came to B12 so there's other ways around it if you don't make it out this room. Question. What do your student lawyer friends think about this view that you project? On stage doing gun signals at a dude you never met, squaring up and simulating shooting off his head. Under law, a gesture can be constituted as a threat and charged as assault, which is a prosecutable offence. So your peers will remove you from the bench for the shit you do at these events. Plus when there's a million other things you could have just said, Nicotine, that's as stupid as it gets. Yo, what do you do instead? We've been through this a million times. If you can't be yourself for six minutes at a time, how the fuck are we supposed to trust all the shit that's in your rhymes? I'm that beatnik that a beatnik. What don't you understand? You've been greenlit. You're a rapper for a few months every decade. Where I really live in brief is you get, by the way, words can't explain how hard to take that the technique is. You're about to have the performance of your life and still get three zipped. So all the exposure shit they all do, forget it, it's just a fable. Because you can't expose someone who puts everything on the table. I'm ready to read. Give it up for that round of nicotine. It's pretty impressive. And it's from the city of churches. That's the district is repping. Oh, that's perfect purpose. Because here's a little confession. I didn't come here tonight to hear a history lesson. But if you want a lesson, you'll get that sermon from me. Since I first burst on the scene, I've been that word on the street. So I give a flying fuck what you perv ought to be. Because when it comes to this final, this ain't what perv ought to be. I had a sick battle with donors. A sick battle with plans. My views racked up the numbers. I made classics for fans. I smashed up in comers and established old hands. You gave us pissed-off performances and massive demands. But before second round of the tourney, my kid has all up, true. Should the battlers only get one free entry or else I'm going bust soon? Then the day at the event, I see the guest list as I come through. And who's the only rapper with the plus two? Just you? Strauss misses. They're the only people that actually wreck you. With someone with two albums out, no fans came to check you. Your own girlfriend didn't rock up and there's a man that upsets you. It's like Mr. Tolstra got his broadband from the venue. Like Iggy Azalea. Somehow he's the only call center worker who's still in Australia. He's a blatant pretender. He's been rapping the same way since the day that he entered. You fell off purpose. You went from being a major contender to a name and a face that we only vaguely remember. So fuck it, you can get these hands free. That's a Bluetooth chip. You got a few screws loose, a little Frootloop shit. What do you do with greedy? Speak that sit, oo, oo, sit, sit, oo, oo, sit. And I will turn this into a slick YouTube clip where you become the first kid to pit oo boo bitch. You see? That's why you're not competing with me lyrically. Cause you spit four, four setups and we see them coming instantly. I know you keep it simple cause there's genius in simplicity. But after seven fucking years, brother speed up your delivery. Gun came close. I pissed a couple fans off with them gunplay quotes. But I want to make it up to y'all. Bring your pub plates close. Today I'm serving a purpose. Come get your Sunday roast. The end every four bars they cheer. You think that's cause your scheme's hot, but it's indeed not. They cheer cause you stack so much random bullshit in it, they're just relieved when the scheme stops. Rookie shit is precisely what I feed off. He say he don't hear me, but I know he did. Like he eavesdrop. You are smaller than the list of people who saw the best in me. You write some great shit, but we're not calling you our best MC. Cause you can rap, but when you rap, you almost have this melody. You sound like a kid at the podium for a spelling bee. Yo, spell nicotine's legacy. I'll give you a hint. It ends with me. Yo, he's been lifting hard, but he still looks like a 16 year old glassy. I want to thank him for clearing the plates. Thank him for clearing the plates in order of chicken parmig. He's lifting hard till he thinks his arms are big as armies, but I swing so fast to think my arms are quick as armies. He injects needles in his arse to get big for pyramid rock-free drinking parties. Which is weird cause he act cool, but he know he got his hands full like the Egyptian army. I mean you went from girl muscles to Kurt Russell. I don't want to try and suplex me off the turnbuckle. But I've been in worse trouble. To me, these are just word puzzles. My last rounds are doozy, but you got to make it past the first couple. Cause I am on my game. In every match I brought freestyle back from its grave while these guys all played it safe. I gave everybody shots knowing they'd all try and put my life up on display. Truthfully, 60's probably the only guy who can relate. You weren't a target, just another face on a flyer on a wake. I bet he had rounds for some of you boys. I keep trying to explain. This battle's like everyone's trying out cocaine and you're not invited to partake. Because you would kill for the lines I threw away. They describe the day I left down here as the end of a golden era for battling. And they've been saying it's the start of another one since I came back again. This cold callus, I'm reprogramming and toe tagging him. So sad but he go passive and grow arrogant. He's no champion, he don't have it, he choked practising. So if Mr Long Arm of the Law can give me a full sentence, that's only because this murder was no accident. I'm ready for it. Now he wraps up a crew that's called Pagan Ellipsis. For record labels that translates in English to waste of your business. Which is damn shame. How are you going to make it in the rap game when you can't write an ad campaign because fans' brains can't translate your mad lame band name. So let's get it straight. We don't give a fuck who's producing your tracks. Mate, we're still getting used to the fact that you're a musical act. So one of his songs, I know I have to stop it, because purple wrapped candy bars, his Cadbury chocolate. But then how can we expect him to have any hunger? Incredibly younger. His A since the grind time deal. So I can't imagine how this guy might feel when you don't stop highlight reel, it's like a teenage twilight feel. You get removed off stage, getting booed all day. It's that pit oo boo about to chew your face. Instead of a new court date, you're about to lose your case. This is the new post place into a two horse race. Now when Ryan battled Greeley, I'm not sure if you noticed or not. But when Greeley said the company Ryan works for, the audio dropped. If you don't know the purpose behind it, it was purpose behind it. This nerd was nervous someone from his works going to find it. Is this right? So we had to make pretend to be a lawyer, incredibly subtle. He threatened to sue, right? Might have to get it removed, he didn't get into trouble. We had to edit the video because he didn't want to risk your employment. Every battle, like today, I get this from where I work. Do you think I've enjoyed it? I don't edit it for these fans. That's a big disappointment. Take a diss like a man. Don't be a bitch and avoid it. There's only one thing left to say. I'm not saying nothing because no matter what I say, he'll just censor it anyway. So if you guys like any phrase I'm saying, you'd better save it frame by frame or he'll just make it disappear like David Blaine and no trace remains like Malaysian planes. You don't have that veteran's cloud because you get here by putting your work in, not having Mike Pipe's edit your work out. He practically edits the battle so what I actually enter. I'll quit this match, surrender, go out and have a massive bend up. He can fly to the UK and set up a match which censor as a sarcastic gesture. Shits giving up for that round. It's like in this battle you'll make some noise. We're going into the final round. Perk, do you think? You really thought I was worried about people knowing where I work, did you? Dude, on the day I said he's right and even put it in a flip too. Plus nearly every detail in my life's in my music already so what's the issue? It's kind of rich you saying I have something to hide. None of us even know the real you. I've been through shit too thick to swim through. The type of bullshit where you always think you're past it then it hits you and it weighs so heavy on your chest that it wins you. The government shouted my family 12 years before I was born. You don't know this but this shit's true. The same people on TV asking you to trust them. And then finally these kids knew. They drugged my momma stole my brother right out the hospital. Forgive who? Those motherfuckers must think destroying people's lives ain't even big news because no one got a dustpan to help with the debris that I'm trying to sift through. My mom's caught her heart again. She got sick and nearly slipped through. Back to the start again. Arguing with my sister over this shit too. I mean big blues like the leader of the Crip Crew. But fuck a sob story you don't want to sit through. It's the reality I live through. And it's why there's never a fucking care in my mind what angle he'll use. Because if I want to try and say all this shit right, I've got to kill you. I put it all on the table because this is my art. I agonize over the details because this is my craft. But you still got that guard up. We have no idea who you are. Bro, I'm giving them it all. You're just giving them bars. But you're gonna son of Sam Dunn is fan too. Your gun is jammed. Say what you will about me, but at least I know who the fucker. I treat my platform like Russell Brand. Neither of us are revolutionaries, but we don't lie to our fucking fans. Understand one thing. I'm not rap too tight. Throughout the tournament I catch a rhyme like that was nice. This guy can rap. But when I watch it back I'm like that was hype. And you buy it. You're not a diamond. Just a stone that knows how to catch the light. But don't feel bad for losing to me, Nico. I am one of one. Every time they try to pull my card, I play another one. Switch. Now I'm troublesome. I'm going on another run. What's done is done. No, I'm saying watch me do what's done is done. On any stage in the world is stand out. The one who sat on that back couch, right in rhymes at Dad's house. I carried the weight till a damn near blew my back out and gave myself a deal why you dudes all stood there with your hands out. Back now. Give it up for that rap. On nicotine. Let's go. Now you're up shit's creed. Now you're stuck in the boat. Water seeping in. You're praying if you jump in your float. On that part of success you've hit that bump in the road. And from the sands of it it's bigger than that lump in your throat. So call the doctors in. They're going to check the vital soldier in you. It's our microcegoes never been inside a vital tube. Inside your mind you know I'm better lying for lying than you and that's despite the many tight rhymes that prime guy might write for you. See Ryan? You were pre-writing when we were free-starling. So we're cheating. You were pre-writing when we were free-starling. So we're cheating pieces shit is all you've ever been, Ryan. Another first time you saw P. Ryan he seemed fire. He didn't have to buy his whole stays to be like him. And I know you two boys have got some issues. Something that you're working through. Whatever you two boys get up to. Do whatever works for you. I hope that primes the only person who can wake up every early morning new, not knowing what on earth to do and is still considered purposeful. So fuck this Ryan kid and anyone he's rhyming with. It'll just prove how past his time he is when he plays in the UK and no one wants a pass to Ryan Geeks. Is this such a sad little head case? You can't even get a friend date. That's why straws is your best mate and he lives in the next state. So I just go bar to bar like a game of pong that's been played too long. Played too long. This shot will give you wings. That's a yay good boy. He's been acting like a king since he first came along so it's like that famous song you can see clearly now the rain is gone. You're always being better than you, Ryan. That truth is clear. I just kick back and let you progress through the years. But I'm the only rapper from a group who appears to UK truly fierce. So send me there. Give me any rapper they think is too severe. I'll bring home that dude's career as a souvenir. Playing the lighter flare. Airport staff are hiding scared. Cops appearing right again. Guns are drawn. Sirens blaring. The whole UK pride. Now I'm coming to take their lion's share and to save me on a pricey fare. I went flying there on Ryanair. Fuckin' date makes the most of it. Crazy tournament. It was absolutely amazing to be able to top it up with that incredible battle. Make some noise for both of these motherfuckers, y'all. Like I said, big ups to all the battlers. Big ups to all the staff. And of course, big up to all the fans that came out. You guys ready to hear the result? Yeah? Domeflop Australia Icebreaker Tournament Champion It's Nicotine. It's been a privilege. Yo, what up? It's Barry Bonser here at the Domeflop Icebreaker Grand Final between Nicotine and Purpose. A fucking dope battle. Probably one of my favourites in the tournament yet. Super close, hard to really pick a winner. But for me, I think the main difference would have been the second round. I feel like Nicotine took the first by a couple of punches at least. I feel like Purpose's angle in the third, the honesty thing, really, that hit really hard for me. Involving yourself and being honest like that is a lot of people don't do it and I respect the move. I thought he had the third. Second, just a couple more punches go in Nicco's way. I think he had a couple of the bigger bars in that round, especially in the touch for shit, hit home. Fucking awesome battle. Really proud to have been able to get this to happen. Barry Bonser, D.F.O.N.A. What? Yo, what's up? It's your boy Mikey Pipes. Domeflop all fucking day. Domeflop Australia all fucking day. We just had the final of the Icebreaker Tournament. We judged this one in-house, so we got the Domeflop Australia staff judging it. I don't judge many battles. We're on the host or we're putting on the event, so it feels a little bit awkward. But look, I'm happy with the decision I came to. So this is how I broke down the battle. Obviously it was a close battle, a very debatable battle. Both the guys brought their A game, both hungry to win. And so, you know, no disrespect to the guy who didn't get the win there, because it was a great battle either way. And if you've got a different opinion to the judgements than that's who I respect that opinion to. This is how I'll break it down. First verse I thought was the most clear victory in terms of a verse. I thought Nicotine took that first verse pretty clearly. I guess also he got to go second, but he just had more lines that hit. He came in pretty strong. By the time he dropped the broadband line, I thought it was pretty clear that he had the first verse. I'll skip straight to third verse now, because I think that was the second most clear verse. It wasn't either of their best verses, probably the weakest verse of the battle for both of them. That being said, purposes I'd only say that, he didn't have as many landing punchlines, but the whole angle and concept behind what he was doing was pretty cool. It resonated with the crowd and people were feeling as shit. And I think Nicotine's third verse, he didn't quite have enough haymakers to take away from the power of the concept that purpose had in his third verse, like a third verse to purpose. It really comes down to the second verse. Punchline count, they were pretty close. Maybe Nicotine maybe got punched or two more. For me, it really comes down to momentum. Purpose had punchlines that landed intermittently. When I was watching it back, I thought that Nicotine was losing the round by about halfway through it, but coming into the second half of the round, he landed two or three lines in a row that really gave him momentum, and he really got a roll on in that verse compared to purpose. So if I'm looking at it like their punchline count was pretty even, I think the way that the punchlines were stacked for Nicotine gave him the momentum to come to the end of the second verse. It came down to the second verse, and I thought Nicotine slightly edged it. That's how I saw the battle. Obviously, like I said, you'll free your own interpretations and opinions. At the end of the day, I'm super proud to have been able to bring this tournament out for fans really, really happy with the efforts of all the MCs. The final was crazy, and I hope you watch it again and again to try and come to your own conclusion. But I gave that one to Nicotine, because you weren't making pipes. What's up? It's Dan DeSousa, a filmer and editor for Warnclough Australia. I'll be honest, before we came up and watched the battle back, I had a 2-1 to Perk, and that was just based on Perk's delivery, his vocal projection, the way he holds the stage. I just felt, because of Perk's projection, that maybe some of Nicco's lines didn't hit as hard. But then watching the battle back, definitely first round, I felt Nicco took it. Perk had a very strong first round, but Nicco just had a couple more punches that hit for me. Third round, I'll skip to the third like Micah did, but third round definitely was a very close round. I felt Perk has took that round. Again, probably on delivery performance, Nicco had one stumble, I think. It was not major, but it was just the bit about the ping pong game, and about it being played wrong, then played long. It was just a slight slip. You didn't even really notice it on the stage, but that to me was enough for me to just slightly edge it, and then again with the punches, Nicco finished well, but it just wasn't a knockout. It was the whole line about Ryanair. It was really good wordplay, but it just to me was not that knock on the jaw. Second round, again, very, very close. I felt the first half of Nicco's round was flat. The first half I was like, now Perk's got this easy win second round of Perk's. And then the second half, Nicco just was bang, bang, bang, just non-stop. It was a really fucking heavy end into that second round. So I gave it first two rounds to Nicco, third round to Perk, Nicco.