alrite nice quik 10 lines comin, ere we go, yo yo, listen--

--this mans so wack he cudnt be creative if he was doin a scene from "art attack"//
1,2,3 n to the 4 this the battle of manchester, im the king n u my jester, get out of my city n move 2 leicester//
Nigga u bout 2 be shook up by my determination, your ass a callaboration which causin enormous confrontation//
Rencarnation the only hope 4u wen this battle reaches its last post, I’ll knock u from coast 2 coast n u’d still be thick enough 2 boast//
from now on cat neva walk alone, cos nxt time u in the zone im gonna put more holes in ya head than a “micraphone”//
beta “wish upon a star” or at ya nxt birthday, cos wen im finished ere ya only memory of life will be your own “birth-day”//
once again typically rulin a battle lyrically, u wanna battle physically? Seriously Giv me the place n I’ll beat your ass directly//
everyone that hears me recognises my ability, nigga wen u rap people vacate the facility//
in reality u feelin this heat cos u startin 2 burn, a put on a thermal jacket wen u post your return//
learn from past defeats, obviously u haven't cos u ere battlin an elite wiv no time left 2 retreat//
now i'll leave u wiv 1 thread of dignity, 2 get 1 win dawg u gonna av 2 get some originality---
---bitch change your nationality//

now u!