Recap: It takes a lot of chutzpa to call yourself “Bar God”, but with performances like this one Danny Myers just might be onto something. Here he not only spits fiery, wide-eyed (“Your white fans love you, they amazed you can spit this well, ironic it’s only the blacks that getting sick of ‘Cel [sickle cell]”) punchlines with relative ease, but outduels fellow wordsmith Xcel with an arsenal of pointed name flips and effervescent (“If there RZA [is a] weakest nigga in your crew it’d be U-God [you, God]”) haymakers for all three rounds. Credit Xcel, despite continuing to struggle a bit with his delivery, for coming back from surprising round 1 choke to make things (“And bro’ my intention ain’t fucked up, this an intervention because Danny the Bar God is punch drunk!”; “I’ll take a 6 inch blade and connect your freckles!”) competitive in the latter rounds. But altogether Myers resilience and (“Bitch I’ll drown your child, I’mma sick type, around midnight, you’ll see me holding your baby under water like a midwife!”) fortitude was just too much to handle.
Verdict: Danny Myers (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Danny Myers – “Nigga I went postal, I’m fucking up his name like when parents be using their kids social!”
