Recap: Close enough battle and a dope (“See, you got an IQ of 160, but you couldn’t cop the haiku’s I spit in one 16“) 3rd round from Cee Major, but elongated rounds can’t make up for two rounds frequented by too many lame bars and weird (“You advocate a lifestyle. I’m just glad it didn’t take my brudda’s life”?!?) angles against the likes of Chilla Jones who looks more like your local postman than a gangsta. That said, tho he clearly didn’t put forth much of an effort in the 3rd, Jones way more condensed wordplay, potent (“Cee Major?, you look like a teenager, your name should be ‘A minor'”) name flips, aggression, schemes and weighty punchlines were more than enough to take the first couple of rounds and with that the win.
Verdict: Chilla Jones (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Chilla Jones – “I got a toast, that’ll raise his glasses.”
