Recap: Like DNA choosing to rap over a beat in the 3rd round versus K-Shine or John John da Don choosing to go on BET’s Rap City and get beat by a no-name, white kid…you can file this one under
‘Worst Life Decisions’. How else to explain Math Hoffa, co-headlining a much-anticipated and long-awaited matchup versus Head Ice, choosing to show up in a robe, set up a DJ to provide lame horror film sound effects while he rapped, all the while spitting what amounted to mostly pedestrian bars that lacked any sort of spark or ingenuity? To think, throughout this battle, what with a bunch of nonsensical blather and that took away from some lowkey funny and gritty shit that landed, Head Ice clearly wasn’t on his A-game either. But damn if Hoffa even cared about winning this battle in the first place, he was that bad.
Verdict: Head Ice (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Head Ice -“You a one-way ticket, if tables ever turned you’ll get gunplay with it, nigga’s will have trays all over your head like this Riker’s Island and we want your Sunday chicken!”
