Recap: What virtually comes down to a sparring session between two West-coast elites, Rum Nitty and Geechi Gotti, still makes for a fire battle. Nitty, boasting a shitload of heavy gun bars, nifty wordplay and rapidly fierce (“Ya soul leavin’, we ain’t make London, but you’ll still be an RIP tat’ in Old English!”) punchlines, certainly came to compete. But if…every…fucking…bar is the standard here, then hands down the winner in this one is Gotti, who when not mocking his opponent’s street credentials, brought the house down with a gang of spitfire schemes, flexing performance bars, stifling (“You do the math, yo’ life ain’t scary as mine, the only thing I learned in school was how to carry a .9!”) punches and of course, that noted real-life street drama that only a few can actually live, survive and talk about. All said, Gotti, with lines more consistently potent handily takes rounds 1 and 2, before a more condensed Nitty delivers just enough heat to keep up with his fellow Crip’s sterling turn while earning a 3rd round tie.
Verdict: Geechi Gotti (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Geechi Gotti – “We can shoot it out or we can go wit’ the hands, y’all will see Rum get mixed up somethin’ sweet, now he a Pina Colada!”
