[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