Recap: Too easy to speak on all the tension and other nonsense that went down here. But there was so much of it that it needs to be addressed anyway. I say the blame should go down to both rappers-Showoff, for speaking during Math Hoffa’s round and his insbility to control his entourage shouting during Math’s bars. And Math for letting his emotions get the best of him in reaction to some of Show’s more personal and upclose personals. As for the battle itself, I got it coming down to the 3rd round, which saw Show easily take after Math cut his short in an apparent haste to just be done with the battle (or, to be fair, he might’ve choked). Bar and angle-wise the first two rounds were both fire and debatable, what with Math’s going after Show’s alleged sexuality with some intense (“‘Cuz I was on your bucket list, this is where your death start, I heard you suck so much dick, you grew your beard to hide the stretch marks!”) flair and (“You a faggot and I’m a legend, you more like Magic’s son!”) savviness. While Show, for the most part, delivered with spitfire (“That shit he write, shitty right?, snuffed Dose, 75 pounds but still ain’t drop him…shitty right!”) wordplay, witty (“You went bald, grew a hairline and went bald right back!”) bars and intense heat. But the 3rd is where Show really stepped it up and won the bout, addressing what he had to know was going to be part of Math’s angle, but also eloquently repping for Brooklyn with elite showmanship and some personals that Math clearly let the world know bothered him a little bit.
Verdict: Showoff (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Showoff – “You was riding Surf’s dick so much, he don’t need groupies, and then you threw Boom under the bus quick as the Speed movie!”
