Part 2
Part 3
Synopsis: So this battle starts off with Calicoe just spazzing, dissing New York heads (“All my victims got somethin’ in common, a bunch of New York niggas born rich with a silver spoon”) in a room full of Yankee fitteds, dealing out that gun talk, clearly taking over the room and well on his way to a win on the road no less. But credit Rich for staying consistently aggressive throughout, delivering schemes (“That Calicoe will put him 6 deep, for thinking he I’ll, he catch a Holla in his Big Tee”), disrespectful bars and that straight BX gutter (“Ask the Jacksons I kill mics [Mike] no prescription drugs”) talk, all the while a clearly unprepared Calicoe looks up to the sky so he can remember and start spitting lyrics from his music library. BX all day.
Verdict: Rich Dolarz (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Calicoe – “We only watch Richie’s battles to hear him say ‘Chill!'”
