Recap: No wonder hardly anyone is clamoring the Top Tiers, what with hardbody PG’s like this one…who needs them? DMV’s Ryda versus Harlem’s Snake Eyez is straight fire throughout, haymakers galore with little room for filler. 1st round edged to Snake Eyez, as his ability to consistently kick (“Think Louis Vuitton when I head shot him, ‘cuz his family ain’t know he was dead till they read about [red bottom] him!”) flashy, urban street (“But ain’t shit changed in my hood, nigga’s love me, I’ll probably get you smoked for free, I’m at momma crib, she still got the old Kool-Aid picture with the scratches on it., that shit about as old as me!”) flair along with some nice personals and authentic (“If we was on the Island, I woulda took this nigga commissary!”) bully bars was literally too intense and enough to beat what was a solid turn from (“I’ll dig a ditch, can’t catch the body?, then my lady will do it, they couldn’t get Snake up out this hole with Arabian music!”) Ryda. However, after barely losing round 1, Ryda stepped up the versatility, outshining a still (“My freedom?, I enjoy with a different demeanor, ‘cuz I still could’ve been locked away, mad at breakfast that I woke up late and missed that coffee cake with the Verena!”) fiery, but a little too one-dimensional opponent with a litany of crazy performance bars, frenetic (“Jesus Christ!…I’m the one who brought that twelve to the table…last supper!“) wordplay, dizzying (“The gun like business with Diddy, it did them all bad!”) punches, fierce (“Ironic your name is Snake, but you have yet to wrap around and body something!”) name flips and (“You the type of nigga that want to go to war, but forgot that you left your clip out, the type that’ll buy a house but still let ya bitch tell you ‘Get out!'”) jokes to take round 2 and 3 as well as the win.
Verdict: Ryda (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Ryda – “I’m known to black, but keep one eye open, like the Raiders man!”
