Pedro vs Mos Prob (Round One)

[Round 1: Pedro] When I heard I was battling Mos Prob, I was like "family, who's this?" I didn't battle you a year ago because brudda, you are too shit Yo yo yo, after I smack you, you'll need a paramedic doctor I'll leave your wife, you'll get shot like that paralympic runner Yo yo, and that was yesterday So best behave I'll leave you dead in a grave You can't preperate the bars that I make on a regular basis I'll leave you with blood shots, blood wounds You can't test me, I've got a clique full of goons that are ready to snap on attack Baggin' your mum Iraqi and half-Iranian, a Slavian pain in your face with a dark slave I'm the rawest at spitting I torture this guy like you're the poorest of women Living in a fucking Ethiopian village that you can't get bread from You can't test me Pedro's the don in the town Your mum isn't brown Yo, yo, I leave it a thundercloud raining from underground You can't fuck with me blud [Round 1: Mos Prob and (Pedro)] Yeah, I speak raps raw Cause I'm teamed up with Pete Cashmore Yeah, and that's not even the end of the line you weak damn spawn Cause we'll make you leak caps more than Bleek's hat draw Yeah, and you'll get murked that bad Because if you reverse that hat, with the back of your head hair it looks like Dirtbag Dan It was well good, yeah You're not even racist and shit, that's rubbish (I am racist) Okay, you're proper racist and shit If I drew a face on my knee, you're the right height to have a conversation with it You know what, it would probably make more sense Your words rhyme together like trying to put your entire hand through a chain link fence That doesn't even fucking mean anything Like most of what you say Take off your hat, take off the rest your toupée And why don't you go and run in the road Which is where, I dunno, normally you play Okay, and I'm rapping specific You're as gangster as the guy in his car that was nomming on chicken He was well gangster, blud