Recap: You’d think that most objective battle rap fans would put Chess in their Top 10 for best lyricists, as even while struggling so much with his flow here, his overall palette was impeccable. Still, this battle rap and stumbles, slip-ups, chokes…well, they all matter. As they should. And lately, it’s becoming too much of a problem for Chess. And while, some could say that with Chef Trez spazzing, clearly on his A-game while spouting a potent [“…9, .44…Tyrese nigger, what more do you want from me!”) ‘3 of dem things’ in a ridiculous 2nd, I’d say that if not for Chess struggling with his flow at times in the first, he would’ve at least been able to edge the 1st round despite Trez’s opening round (“…he struggling to breathe? [hiccups] sound like I’m in his rounds when he fucking up!”) comeuppance and we would’ve had a tie going into the 3rd as overall, Chess spat slightly better (“30 shooting at homes like Steph playing in the Oracle…I like Trez tho, I know he pussy, but his aura cool [oracle]!”; “Step back or get a wet back [wetback]…immigration!”) bars and showed a little more versatility than his opponent did. Of course, there’s no excuse for Chess choking in the 3rd, a round he probably would’ve lost anyway what with his slow start and yet another (“You speak brave, you from the PJs, you got a lot of lip!”) spitfire turn from Trez. But moving forward I’d still recommend Chess work on shortening his rounds to avoid the slip-ups and let’s definitely not give K-Shine’s constant interruptions a front row seat.
Verdict: Chef Trez (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Chef Trez – “Gun butt him, leave a kid with the shitface…he the seed of Chucky!”
