Recap: Battle of a couple of Long Island’s best stays (Mike P: “Your stage presence match who you is, a bitch God, 5 bodies under my belt Rell, don’t be a 6th God!”) exhilarating, scheme-heavy and close throughout, with an elongated, but consistently (“I”m surprised you took this battle, ‘cuz the one you had with Chicago proved you got trouble dodging punches, but not for nothing this will be the first you seen Mike drop…Buster Douglas!”) fiery Reepah Rell taking the first, while Mike P edged the second with a more versatile (“Your crackhead baby mom’s ain’t that bad, I mean the next lane, but she kind look like Beyonce…when she was drugged out at the Nets game!”) line of fire as well as a higher bar quotient. Last round had them both spitting that (Mike P: “I got two .40’s, when they crack you won’t know English, No! two 40’s in my hand, get cracked with Old English!”) heat, but a slight slip-up from Mike and Rell’s more intense (“These cartoon-ass nigga’s, comedian nigga’s, they need to man up, ain’t no laughs with these punch lines, if you dead on the floor, how the fuck you gonna stand up [stand-up]!”) haymakers, gives the guy from Hempstead the win.
Verdict: Reepah Rell (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Reepah Rell – “See you, like a fan to me, nigga’s like you claim they got guns, but not saying a thing, you never had arms, you that hand from the Addams Family!”
