Recap: Bill Collector’s persistent steez on (“I’m at Liberty for Bell because I deal crack!”) bars over performance holds a lot of weight in round one here versus D.O.T., but falters a bit afterwards, thanks to some lazy rhymes and overall way too much pontificating. On the other hand, a comfortable (“Just stop, I’m really a street fighter, I’m no liar, just think Zhou Shen, maybe because I reach and spit fire!”) D.O.T. is a dangerous D.O.T., especially with the elasticity on his wordplay that occurred when he wasn’t spitting punches with the able renditions of say…a Hitman Holla or an old Bill Collector. It’s certainly a crowd-pleaser, but don’t let that take away from the fact that D.O.T. was just better here. Round 1 saw D.O.T. consistently hitting with more heated (“Blow the brain’s on ya body [what that mean?]…maybe you should think for yourself!”) punches and dramatic schemes, before a round 2 that while showing Bill dishing some random shiners here and there, again being outperformed and out-barred by a more steely and intrinsic (“True shit, my aim like my money nigga, I could count on it!”) opponent. 3rd round saw Bill step it up and get back in his grind, using frenetic performance (“I done fucked you up with like 67 different flows, dirty D.O.T., Roscoe, knocking with this nippy nose!”) bars and pointed personals to edge what was a solid, but elongated turn from D.O.T. Classic? Probably not. But yet another flexing of D.O.T.’s potency…even if he isn’t always rhyming.
Verdict: D.O.T. (W) 2-1
Favorite line: D.O.T. – “I ain’t got shit to lose, I told your bitch don’t get cracked from this Remy Ma bottle….or get hit with a long nose, it got a Papoose nostril!”
