Recap: Toss out Tay Roc getting the face wrong (it’s Grant, not Jefferson) on the 50-dollar bill because he would’ve lost that round anyway here B-Magic, who after a pretty light first round, upped the ante and used some nice personals, punchlines and hard (“Trip dog and I’ll stage a shooting like Rick Ross”) bars to split this match after two. With Tay easily taking the first (“Man for real, who the fuck is B stopping?, you got 3-0’ed like two battles ago but now B popping?, let me catch B plotting, I’m griping the waist, I’ll pistol whip [smush] push in his face like B. Hopkins”), this one came down to the 3rd which saw Magic snapping away with frequent punchlines and name (“For trying to Jack Black, I’ll teach you how to school a Roc”) flips, yet Roc did him one better with a steady diet of effective punches, wordplay (“I don’t play, this mac ain’t Beanie Sigel, once I rock him y’all won’t see him again, I’ll Memphis Bleek you”) and elite gun bars to take it at the finish line.
Verdict: Tay Roc (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Tay Roc – “If he see me on his block when he roll around, the chopper Conceited size, I wish he would slow it down”
