Recap: Damn. A whole 3rd round directed your opponent’s (alleged) girlfriend? Who just happens to be a battle rapper herself and of course, was right there, in the crowd, to witness it all?!? That’s some (“You ain’t never been eye to eye with a real nigga that stare face, with a nigga like me, ready to bang your ass [points out] out on the staircase!”) different shit. And despite a pretty fire 3rd (that also featured a couple of nice rebuttals) from Truth Watson–who was nice throughout the whole battle, especially during a stupendous (“Nah, gun butt, the magazine to ya nose like cologne samples!”) 1st that he clearly edged–Pep’s way too (“Schoolyard felt like a zoo inside, I grew up playing suicide, with off-the-wall nigga’s that later committed suicide!”) prodigious (which included a fire mid-round freestyle) and scheme-heavy 2nd round along with the aforementioned, personal-drenched 3rd, gets the Golden Squad champ the comeback and the win here.
Verdict: Pep (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Pep – “I’ll put the gun to his mother mouth like ‘Where he at? Only the Truth shall set you free!'”
