Recap: Another dope battle from RBE as Ah Di Boom and JC put on a gleaming showcase on bar efficiency and pen game acumen. From jump Ah Di strives to win, spitting rich (“I’m a one-man army, John Wick, and I get Dumber and Dumber when I’m driving my dog whip!”) bars along with (“I got size on me, he ain’t trying to the tussle, if this bitch fight it’s a wrap here, I prepared his funeral, he ain’t trying to the Hustle”) feelgood quips on JC’s notorious dance steps, all backed up by his usual spirited performance. Still, while JC spat a somewhat shorter round, his bars were just as intense, delivering on variety with spicy (“For some reason, niggas without bars done found a way to thrive, then say I only talk about killing, well it’s only been 40 battles, bitch it’s a thousand ways to die”) personals and amiable schemes, while scoring (“I’ll put a blunt out on his face, that’s a hash tag”) higher with their impact as well as a crisper flow. Although JC steps up his performance and stays consistent with the fiery (“You’re not vicious and Ah Di about as real the one McLovin carry”) punches, Ah Di gets tighter with the (“Army shots, he’ll be a corpse, now be all you can be, that mean Omarion about to have an Ice Box where his heart used to be”) wordplay and edges a close round 2 with slightly less filler. It’s the 3rd round that sees each opponent’s skillset fully on display yet separating themselves vigorously, as while Ah Di continues to drop some (“He mad, look like I just touched a female cord, Misfit”) gems, his well-noted foibles for decreased viability, reaching (“He could be Mus-a-lamb I’ll still go ham…”; “…this when I’m gonna try dent [Trident]” and getting distracted (Really, using a big match against JC to call out T-Rex?!? that’s what blogs are for) with random BS materializes–all the while becoming a perfect foil for JC’s nonstop stream of stinging set-ups, potent (“Y’all wave arms to perform, not in the streets”) personals, repeated (“You got a of niggas wanted with you, but in the Spur of the moment the whole team will pass before any one of them shoot”) haymakers and wicked punchlines. All told Yak Town wins again.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “It’s apparent tho, y’all putting marble against carpet, you can’t compare the flow”
