Recap: In a matchup that sort of came out of nowhere, as to be expected Brizz Rawsteen brings his rapid assortment of 6 million (“I’m back nerds, and it’s way worse and I’mma kill all you niggas and it ain’t a hate term, first I gotta write for him on the low like a Drake verse!”) ways to die, while veteran rapper Pass dishes his familiar palette of steady (“Nigga, I fucking hate when you rap, your voice is nails on a chalkboard, you sound like Craig daddy when he was talking on the toilet!”) jokes, nice wordplay and dope (“Ain’t no one checking for Brizz Raw, I can’t even continually say that Brizz raw, but a strong left will split the kid jaw, his muzzle will be a puzzle piece, this jigsaw!”) punchlines. And while a difference of styles bout is almost always intriguing, it’s an elongated Rawsteen’s showmanship, righteous name flips and splashier (“Please shorty, bring ya bitch, I’ll grow in 6 in ya bae [Bay] area with E-40!”; “You King of the Dot prostitute, but today Pass over, y’all better bring lot’s of juice!”) variety of bars that especially stands out during all three of his rounds, while Pass’ attempts of going outside the box with personals that mostly fell flat with too many going at T-Top and URL, instead of his opponent. For a consistent and performance-heavy Rawsteen attempting to make an impression on a loud West-coast crowd, there shouldn’t be any doubt that he’ll get an invitation back real soon.
Verdict: Brizz Rawsteen (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Brizz Rawsteen – “When he catch a head shot, I bet his neck roll, I told Smack for a pot of greens I’ll bring ya the nigga neck bone!”
