[Round 1: Soul]
Yo!
This is your last fuckin' chance you cunt
If you choke then it's finished
I mean one stumble, one stutter, they are going to be livid
Don't even skip shit, if you wrote it then spit it
Fuckin' GOAT of the British, the thought has got me goin' ballistic
I'll decapitate this cunt I'm leaving Tony with stitches
Cause to buy back the respect of the folks that will witness
Will cost an arm and a leg and l'll loan it with interest
Beat him to death with the handset he's been phonin' it in with
But let me calm down and explain so you can actually understand this mate
Imagine it's Saturday you're watchin' Harry Kane at a match away
You got up at the back of 8:00, travel day your pass is paid
Find out he hasn't trained and was out all night doing crack/cocaine
Has a crappy game
Every pass he makes is into massive space, lackin' pace
Every shot’s one your fucking nan could save
40 minutes in, his hands will wave and the gaffer says, "Harry, is your hammy sprained?"
He's like, "Nah, I'm just knackered, mate."
It's not funny though, is it?
You should be fuckin' embarassed
I want you to hear these next two with no other distractions
See when you're judgin' a man it's on the sum of his actions
Not what would've happened if he had done what they asked him
It's about hunger and passion and I see absolutely none in you
Soul vs Tony is a close battle, that's the fuckin' truth the empty money-grabbing shell he left behind I'm running through
Where's the real Tony, and who the fuck are you?
But it's your fault, cause you don't incentivize the dude
To ever try improving, cause every time he fucks up or every time he loses
It's, "If he really cared he would've had a great performance
It was his opponent's big shot and he didn't want to take it from him."
Shit league, small crowd, left too late to prepare
But you're runnin' out of excuses and I'm runnin’ out of patience for 'em
See me, I always try my hardest, if I lose a battle, I lose
And Tony never tries so he's duped the fans into views
It’s like, "If Tony ever tries, think how good he'll actually do."
But Tony wouldn't try cause he couldn't handle the truth
Nah, Tony scared to try cause he wouldn't have an excuse
But you will not say you didn't try, I will not allow you
They're not tryin' to hear that shit and I'm not about to
Even if it's wack as fuck it still doesn't sound true
It's just been so long since he tried he's forgotten how to
But when you watch him choke, you're like bridesmaids watchin' as the groom
Takes an unwilling bride and toss her in a room
And you're standin' in the hall, hushed, talkin' in the group like
"Cover up your ears, it'll all be over soon."
I mean every time the guy chokes, you always let it slide though
He don't choke more than I do, he chokes more than I don't
See, I choked against Caustic and rightly so I got no end of shit for that
He chokes, minutes pass, crowd's like, "Chill chill, he'll get it back."
Does a weather scheme against Ark', people like, "That shit is crack."
Jones does a scheme against him and they're like, "Chilla's wack."
Right? Bro, see my standards, I set them myself
And see when I've failed to reach them, I better myself
The fans set your standards and I bet that it helps
That they set them way lower for you than for anyone else
But you'll see him in a whole new light when I slay him
Caterpillar in the chrysalis, it's life changin'
You want to go out with a bang on top cause lately he been clashin' lots
No effort, only showin' up cause of the cash they brought
And try to bag a groupie cause he likes to get his salad tossed
Old man last legs, this the last chance he got
If we retired on our last battle, for me? The hats are off, mass applause
Clap towards my silhouette on the sunset as I canter off
You? Gettin' hold up by your angry boss
Like, "Tony, your stats have dropped
Take another battle loss, by the end of the week and I'll have your job."
Me? I get a full pension, golden handshake a watch
You? Got a P45 and a cardboard box
So I see him on the edge of the pier, barely hangin' on
Hands on it, stamp him off, finger tips, Hand To God
Rice Krispies: Crackle, Pop
Ex murder, Kalashnikov
Cool waters: Davidoff
Beach body: Hasselhoff
You shouldn't be this out your prime
I know you're under 40, I'm givin' uncle pain, ain't a show he's done with Lordy
"If I spit 3 rounds, I don't lose"
That's over fuckin' corny
I don't need to say he chokes a lot: his slogan does it for me
[Round 1: Tony D]
Hey, I'm not gonna lie, that verse was bad, dude
You're right, I don't really try...when you're as cool as this you don't have to
And you said I get my salad tossed, yeah I like it
But don't be pissin' me off
Cause when you get pistol whipped by the butt it won't be a rim job
(I fucked that up completely)
Anyway, is this what you came to see?
So this what they came to see
And it’s billed as his final showdown
One love to my fans and the whole crowd that showed out
I mean, for every battler I faced, that took out their time and wrote rhymes
Even to Don't Flop, it's a shame the way that had to go down
No lie, all facts
But, lately...I've been coastin'
Uncle is gettin' old now, so this here is where I slow down
Matter of fact, fuck it I was doin' it for the money like I sold out
My heart ain't been in the game and now I got to take the Soul out
I'm amped up, live wire, the voltage obscene
This the turn up, we about to go to extreme
And the speaker will move you like Marty McFly's opening scene
Now don't talk through my rhymes cause you know it gets deep
You facin' bars, insane is it? That's the code of the street
Now his tone at his peak, meanin' it's Tone at his peak
It's in his words, his body language and his tone when he speak
I'm the total package
But if you're gonna take part, it ain't enough to just have passion
And you wanna make art
You a sick writer, you got a lot of great bars
Compared to me though you lack a certain je ne sais quoi
So I hope you heeded the warnings Jed and didn't ignore the threat
But I came like the Lord instead to bless 'em and save Soul
That means I son him til he born again
I'm orderin' a slaughterin' amidst of the chaos
Usin' battle rap as the medium to talk to Soul this shit's a seance
This ain't happen before now cause you was not on my radar
So when I heard them say I was duckin' you I'm like, "Later!"
Whoever spread them tales better check themselves
Cause we both started 2011 and I was headlining by 2012
So since a freshman I had that issue covered, I been XXL
See, when they decided they wanted the champ
And went through a list of names they could possibly have
It signaled a New Era and your name was not in the hat
It went from Osh' then Sense' then Tone was second
I skipped past a couple Don't Flop legends
Then it was Deff', Chris Leese and Unan', Soul was never mentioned
Cause you was not on my radar
Me vs Osh', biggest UK vs UK battle at the time
Me vs Shotti, biggest UK vs UK battle of its kind
Where was you?
Wankin' to anime back somewhere in Fife
See, it ain't beyond your comprehension to realize even your title match is my sloppy seconds
I've battled the Arsonal's, the Pat Stays, the Illmac's the Charlie Clips type
You've had KOTD trips thrice?
And your biggest battle is Pigsty
Sick guy
Know I'm a sick guy, it's been years you hear my name ring up
This battle only happening cause he only makes sense now
Couple years ago, you was not considered an obstacle
You was doin' you, but you still had a lot to prove
I mean you was fillin' cards and the staff was kinda fond of you
But I was out here, makin' my name as a puncher like Costa Zu
{Slight choke}
So you versus me then, shit was impossible
Shit wasn't probable
{Slight choke}
But you had to build your way up to my level, that's just honest dude
The Soul has to rise to face God, that's the Gospel truth
So I promise you, you was not a name they would've gave me
Cause it's been about Tony from early and you just Johnny come lately
[Round 2: Soul]
What you playin' at?
Pushin' 40, bangin' groupies after battles bruv?
Yo, if that wasn't bad enough, you just admitted you give your asshole up
Bein' reminded of Leeds United, you're finished once your batty suck
By some 3 out of 10 treatin' your colon like a Capri Sun
And ain't you the guy that wrote a whole round about Dub stuff and bum bum lickers
Alright, hindsight's 20/20 like tongue's up sphincters
Aye, I'm on loved-up dinners, you're a butt stuff winner
Send her home with a cola Slushie tongue and a fucked up finger
Yo, you can eat all the ass you want Tony, but that is definitely queer
He felt like a new man after, hadn't rapped better in years
Now he approaches girls that flirt but he asks questions that's weird
Like, "You wanna know what it feels like to lick Dan Henderson's ear?"
Yo, he even admitted it against Dialect, now it's sounding less retarded
Of course he likes to get his salad tossed he surrounds himself with arse licks
They told you, "Give up the title before they make you beef Scots"
While I was holdin' down the league he was takin' leave from
So call me a "paper champ"
I may agree cause it took him this long to find the stones and paper beats rock
On that, see all the people he's mentored? They would completely dismember him
But power's an illusion and he's seen as a veteran
So he calls 'em all his "youngers" to keep 'em in check and shit
Like, "Please your benevolence, do bequeath me your blessings."
Til I expose it for what it is, just a sneaky attempt to feel the ego and decadence
Of a Z list celeb tryin' to keep up his relevance
Might as well with the whole image write a sequel and edit it
Called, ‘Tony I Shrunk The Kids’ So He Could Keep The Inheritance
But still y'all treat him with reverence cause of his peers that all pressure him
Like when he said, "You got Munchausen's by proxy
Cause you ain't as sick as he thinks you is."
So for those of you that don't spend your spare time being a therapist
That's a disease that is prevalent from the genes you inherited
It’s where people protect their kids through extremes in development
And they believe that they're very sick so they'll be their dependents
And even feel the effects of any disease they repress 'em with
When you understand the subject; it's not even complex
And being niche with your references doesn't mean you're intelligent
In fact it's completely irrelevant
Watch this
He's in the pits of despair like Morgan Freeman in Se7en did
Followers in the same mask of V For Vendetta shit
Turn heads ain't the scene from The Excorist
But this time, it's the priest that's possessed wit' it
Serial killer eyes you got beef with a Replicant
He more like Stephen Hawking, can't stand up on his own two feet
So his bretheran gas it in on workings of nothing and ‘The Theory Of Everything’
Yo, but I know what you're thinkin', "Of all people. It's ME that would tell him this."
Well fuck off and study the last three years of my penmanship
Any page that I wrote was straight for the throat of the MC I'm presented with
Completely direct cause that's what being effective is
Not needing a PhD in forensics or degree just to get the shit
So clear that smoke and use those mirrors to be introspective with
My only other concern is you can see your reflection
Behind that giant fuckin' ego and shield of pretentiousness
See when you pick up a big enough lie and keep repeatedly tellin' it
People either accept it or don't feel they can question it
So if this my Rushmore battle, you can keep it as derelict
I made my own one out the peak of Mt. Everest
Now Tony started the rumour he was the best
Reinforced harder by his close partners
If you agree, you get it
If you don't, you just don't understand, cause Tony's smarter
And that's the difference between havin' your face on Rushmore cause you're a dope barer
And having your face on Rushmore cause you're a stone carver
[Round 2: Tony D]
So let's talk Soul's pen game cause they love it, no doubt
Use to be jokes over bars but the public know now
But see without it, you've got nothin', no clout
Your whole story based on pennin' essays, Blood In & Blood Out
But see I made that happen cause when we stepped into battle
Don't Flop was all mum jokes and dead relative angles
But see I just rapped and it made the people's thinkin' change up
I made it cool to like bars, like the legal drinking age does
I set the pace, I led the race, I brought real rap center stage
Let's set it straight
Me doin' me has made you elevate
I open the door for Soul to rise like Death's embrace
So it makes sense the next stage is Heaven's Gate
So, you check the page or two from my battle rap manual
You followed in my footsteps, not knowin' you was trackin' an animal
But talk will do little (Dolittle) so it begs the question
Could Ace Ventura even help cause we're not pet detectives?
If he see the sneak attack it's a Tet offensive
Spittin' flames with the same flame thrower that Tesla testin'
I sent him home, Soul belongs in the next dimension
One scene he's dead like a Bond villain's extra henchmen
But there ain't too many that are challengin' his pen
I mean we know, Soul in his zone, that boy channeling his Zen
On accapella it's intense
But bruh...stop fuckin' rappin' on beat cause we don't wanna hear that trash again
And I don't say that as your opponent, my man I say that as your friend
Boy, you suck on beat, like I don't even know how to compare it
Like, when you listen to the instrumental...the fuck is you hearin'?
I mean, come see me, I does this
You could learn a lot from Tone, who's suppose to ride the beat, you treat it like skateboarding on cobblestones
And it ain't a great manoeuvre
And it ain't improve a lick while you play computer
Learn from me boy I can move a crowd like the Vegas shooter
Boy, you put an instrumental on now? And the man's a goner
In the spirit of '66, I kill him on beat like Harry Roberts
I mean that Facebook thing you did? I played it once, never put that shit on after
Ain't nothin' funny, that track canned like sitcom laughter
But your fans love it
{Tony thinks he's going to choke but doesn't}
But anyway, I just wanted you to know
Fuckin'...five syllable multis for eight bars does not constitute a flow
So when they like, "He's lyrical, you know?
When he's spittin' it just so and every syllable he chose precision fitted in it's home
Then he side track and rap back continue and you go
'Oh you like that? It's twice that it's scribbled in his notes.'"
But when he's-can listen to it close it ain't his written's that's exposed cause he's gifted with the quotes
That ain't the issue with those
It's the fact that...this isn't a flow
See he finds that he's fine when he's-system that he knows
When he rhymes he keeps time in rhythm and control
I find it funny, that shit that's really missin' is some soul
Aye, but listen to me bro, it's the reason they pass you over
This technical ability versus flairs
Mourinho and Guardiola
The party's over
They wanna know, punch for punch can he match Soul?
I've been doin' this 20 years, punch for punch can you match Tone?
These piff lines have my name ringin' like a trap phone
That's off the hook
So I hope it's understood they let a lad in (Aladdin)
To find out he ain't that fly when a rug gets took from under foot
You fuckin' [?]
How would I consider you a rival
When the only thing that you've done that I haven't is lose a title?

[Round 3: Soul]
Just like I said...totally under prepped
It's not even about the fact that I'm Soul or if you show me enough respect
It ain't about fuckin' with me, you don't even fuck with them
So I'm 30'ing Tony like, "Oh to be young again."
So you ain't workin' in a nursin' home, you livin' in a nursin' home
You just wipe your own arse so you think you work from home
But he got that poison in his blood, I ain't no Romeo fool
We goin' 40 years back, I'm takin' Tony to school
They say he buckwild in the pen like a rodeo bull
But now I demon on his case like Tokyo Ghoul
It's like Jean Reno and Leon trained me
Writ C off beat [?] but we on Leeds not phase me
13 got lazy, and did I beat Shox? Maybe
Shit I coach T's city like Helio Gracie and I ain't put the key on lately
So let's roll his career, it's been over for years
You've battled every single person in the low/middle tier
Left home the Death Note, what I wrote will appear
On the Paradise Papers cause you have no business here
Yeah we might be cool but I ain't come in this to ass kiss
Spit fire, turn shade butter to molasses
It's like The Big Lebowski, I bun him in these clashes
My Donnie heart stop now I'm covered in his ashes
You've been burdened by destiny since the first that they mentioned me
It's some Johan Cruyff shit, the turn of the century
But tell me more about your music, all that shit you said to Thomas
About how he got all them views but ain't seen the views from a label's office
Well it must've been breath takin', the guy weren't tellin' a lie
But you have an amazin' view from the highest shelf they could find
Yo, and he had dreams of a six car garage, a nice mansion
[?] takin' his money like Ike Haxton
Threw him overboard, washed up when the tide crashes
So if he got a torch and it whistles it's life jackets
Found out he a Tottenham fan, I died laughin'
Lookin' like it's Wembley here, sounds like Hamden
Full-kit wanker 'bout to see his life flashin'
Stomp him and get spurs on my boots like we line dancin'
Listen, you got murdered by Bobby now you get murdered again
How could you send for a hearse when you don't rehearse for your sends?
And tellin' 'em that you don't try cause this small sounds very scared
It's old school wrestlin', falls count anywhere
And you've had a massive fall from grace, I'm talkin' Shane on top of the cage
Rollins rage the rocking Kane, I don't want a face that contemplate
Muggin' off his mates, actin' all the way Honest Abe
On his way to the Stock Exchange to exchange his stock for some pocket change
I'm not afraid to talk today, the truth he tries to obfuscate
Cause respecting fans is more than just a friendly chat on the break
It's still givin' a fuck even after the deposits made
And not showin' up with bars you forgot to spray cause you wrote them on the way
Yo I'm Solid Snake, I clocked the Grey Fox, it's changed
This the send off they picked you
It's revenge they don't expect him to live through
So go on then, give your goodbye speech, I'm not pretendin' we'll miss you
Oh and ah, take the shattered remains of your legacy with you

[Round 3: Tony D]
So they billed it as The Clash Of The Titans
Can he match him in writin' or the rappin' and rhymin'?
Well after my last few performances, I felt I had to remind him
You see God on my wave, I'm a match with Poseidon
So when I black on white boy it ain't a matter for Trident
And man if you risin' over head cause heat rising
Like, "The smoke from the zoot I inhale"
It’s toil and trouble, which is magic, an unusual spell
Cause there's a loss with your name on it so it's you with the L
You doomed, we can tell
This my house, my establishment
You get burned crossin' my yard like an Alabama Klan visit
But your ambition had you reachin' for parts unknown
When your drive got no ceilin', you at risk from a grassy knoll
I'll leave his carcass cold, casket closed
Luger larynx, shoot and bang it
He kinda nice like I pardoned Soul
I'll break him down, split the herb like I choose the draw
Since he pinched up, to test Tone like a tuning fork
I catch him on location, he breakin', like a news report
Now I don't know what you do in that room of yours
But some of them rhymes you said
You told me some shit I never knew before
And I mean, it's not really slang that you use in talk
It's lyrics but you use it a dead language, you a Troubadour
But your fans like it, that's how you and them connect
With that vibe of, desperation, self harm and student debt
When your people put in work it's with scag that's intravenous
When my people put in work it's with MAC's no Apple Genius
You wanna die, you can get it
Cause your life is pathetic
The son of Fife it’s genetics
No the son of Fife is phonetics
Cause you and Unan'...your background's a green scene
GCI, no, and you don't play the same role without the scene see
So don't come givin' it the big time Charles here
Cause I've battled the best in your country 'bout this time last year
He can't rap on beat, he can't freestyle, he's followin' scripts
We never seen Soul glow off the head and still they follow the drip
It's groovy tendencies they move relentless
Cause they understand that shit you only hear it Uni' lectures
Oh your TV movie reference, I heard a rumor, get this
You don't even chill when you do Netflix
{Chokes}
On the scene, shit I was supposed to send Soul to Hell like John Constantine
But honestly, I'm tired, it's been a decent run
It's been eight years, some great memories and a whole heap of fun
They paid a pretty penny for my thoughts, and the raps that I write
It's all a carbon cause I've been gettin' stacks from my mind
But to every league owner, battler and fan that I've met on this ride
I just wanna say "thank you"...or "fuck you" you pick whichever applies
Yeah I'm quittin' it true and this was a great way to go out
To be honest bruv, I'm privileged dude
You one of the best in the world, so as far as this game, I've been thinkin' it through
There ain't a better way to go out
Smooth combination on the button, that's a finishin' move