Recap: Who knew that Young Kannon was such a (“Trust me, you ain’t waling through these sparks, you ain’t Goldberg!”) wrestling fan? Nonetheless, a good battle between the visiting YK and East Harlem up-n-comer Fettuccine20 pretty much comes down to round 1, esp. when you put aside a debatable (and fairly weak on both parts) second round and a debatable (and pretty dope on both parts) 3rd. And it’s YK who takes the only clearly non-debatable round, using queasy (“Outside his mom’s building ready to murk a nigga, she’ll see clear when I give 20 .20, that’s perfect vision”!) gun bars, filthy name (“Fettuccine need seasoning, I don’t mean powdered garlic, I’m cooking this nigga…from Trap House to the Olive Garden!”) flips and serene wordplay to squeeze past what was an at times ( “……where I’m from nigga’s only worried if a nigga wave an arm AFTER he reach”; “Nigga I’m a pimp, my bitch wear heels, that’s two pumps in the mac, like an African with a baby, this shit will put Young on his back”) fiery, but way too inconsistent turn by Fettuccine20.
Verdict: Young Kannon (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Young Kannon – “Have him bleeding on his porch, his mama outside crying, screaming ’cause she hoarse, bullets toru guides with your name on it, lead him to the Lord, the metal twist Fettuccine like I’m eating with a fork!”
