Recap: A couple of shining (“My nigga, I go the damn distance they knew it was a ‘G’ as soon as I stepped in, that’s a grand entrance”) moments from CT, but Xcel’s pen (“You? Kill me? Nigga you got that fucked up, that shit’s like a leather clover leaf, that’s some tough luck”) game, exquisite wordplay, gun (“That beer belly, says you like having cans to the mouth…”) bars and rich schemes were just too much to overcome here.
Verdict: Xcel (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Xcel – “I know you like, ‘C3’? Yeah that’s what I name my pistol clown, ‘cuz she small and black, and she keep Official rounds”
