Recap: First, no slip-ups on Chess during his round one considering the kid only stopped because he was sick and all. Secondly, dope battle. Chess did his thing on the big stage, landing plenty of wicked jabs, punchlines and rich (“Put the guns up. I got several, I palm metal, the .9 get you, let two bust [bus] in the same spot, that’s MTA behind schedule”) bars on DNA the PG Killer with utter confidence throughout. Still, for all of Chess’ comeuppance, during the first couple of rounds DNA did him one better, edging both rounds with dope performance (“I’mma use the right hand on Chess, that’s the pledge of allegiance”) bars, witty (“You couldn’t beat Top rhyming, so why y’all souping him up?!”) personals, strong (“I’ll knock a ‘G’ down for acting G’d up, I love Gucci!”) wordplay and a couple of slick (“My gun got a mind of its own, it be letting off 8 rounds, some retarded shit, I’m calling it A-Town!”) haymakers. And thank goodness too because Chess’ 3rd round was a straight-up classic, (“Double barrel to his face, look like he was using binoculars!”) haymaker after (“You from the school of hard knocks?, I’m from the college of kicking doors down!”) haymaker combined with a superb performance/delivery and exquisite wordplay that served as yet another reminder of just how talented this kid is. Nice tutorial session from DNA in the 3rd (with a cameo appearance from the infamous Professor Shine), but after taking it on the chin during Chess’ 3rd, DNA should be glad he outscored his opponent often enough in the early rounds and was able to get outta there with a win–respect the youth indeed.
Verdict: DNA (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Chess – “Open-mic, poets night, I like to snap, keep the ratchet under the bed like wifey back!’
