Recap: League hopping seems to be suiting J Murda, who takes his aggressive and fiery show on the road again to battle TruFoe in Chicago. And what ensues here is a spitfire match with the Chi-Town spitter almost matching his opponent in intensity along with ready-to-fire gun bars. Still, while Murda always seems to be ready for action, it’s his ability to be consistent that usually makes the difference between winning and losing. And in this case the fortitude us there, especially during the first two rounds, which sees Murda spazzing with heated performance bars and dope (“It’s like break-ups on the phone, I’m dumping texts!”) punchlines/set-ups all laced with authentic street themes that more than backed his flossing. For TruFoe, while shining with potent punches and a couple of righteous personals (one of which Murda just couldn’t help but respond to with a burp), a few dry spots here and there cost him in the early rounds, credit his (“Fuck a Homi, I ain’t trying to knock y’all movement, but if it’s labeled a homicide, you probably got caught doing it!”) resiliency for edging the 3rd and avoiding getting 30’d.
Verdict: J Murda (W) 2-1
Favorite line: J Murda – “A headshot [BOOM!}, his knee [Neil] will land on the moon, I swear that this arm strong [Armstrong}!”
