Recap: Vigorous and bar-heavy match between (“You love to saying JC my ghostwriter, cool, I expect the hate, if that’s the case, the hand of Christ moving my pen, it’s Revelation!”; “I been disrespected, y’all give me cats that ain’t half as nice, yelling ‘grown man bars’ when only a child thinks felonies are bragging rights”) Detroit’s Anubis and (“I’m just here to prove that you can’t stand the pressure, like when your ankle twist”; “I been bucking, I’ll beat a bitch ass like I’m fist-fucking!”) Nebraska’s Saint Mic stays close until the 3rd round where Anubis falls victim to a couple of slip-ups, while Mic stays consistent with an aggressive flow that was backed up nicely by gritty schemes, feisty (“Food for thought, put him to sleep. give him nigger-itis!”) punchlines and potent personals to take the win.
Verdict: Saint Mic (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “I bury shit, i’m an asshole to cats!”
