Recap: Tay Roc goes postal in the first two rounds here against JC, delivering a splendid round of (“Once these HIT MEN your brother gone have to hold u up, get close enough then Dose you up!”) haymakers, sizzling gun (“Laid my mag down she new I wasn’t tryin to fuck”) bars, congenial wordplay, aggressive (“I caught him with his bitch, I had time enough, I whipped out my blade and laid my Mac down, she knew I wasn’t try to fuck”) punchlines and personals to not only take this highly entertaining battle, but score yet another win against a Michigan spitter. JC’s 3rd round was crazy (“I’ll fry to the death, Paul Walker”) nice with nice schemes, wordplay and metaphors galore, but taking somewhat long with his set-ups, using nonsensical angles (treating Roc like a no-name by saying you didn’t even do any “research” on him was a non-starter) and a little too much filler during rounds (tho the “Paramount” scheme was nice) 1 and 2, took out any chance he had to compete with Roc here.
Verdict: Tay Roc (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “I’m not a Vice Lord, my brothers are, so I eat with 12 like the Last Supper”
