Recap: Well, what an interesting turn of events that was. After DNA dishes a performance-heavy, set-up (“Y’all remember verse Ill Will when I messed up the slogan, when I switched the liquor?, well I could fuck up the Yak again, then I’m a different nigga!”; “Let’s see if you could manage a punch, where Rome at?!”) savvy, witty, crazy personal, hometown-friendly and punch-slinging 1st round that was so consistently formidable that it leaned on being a classic, “The Champ” just took all the momentum he had here against a 1st-round-solid, but drawn-out JC and tossed it all away. Weird to say the least. Starting with an episode of “What The Fuck Was He Thing?!?”, using the high caliber NOME 8 platform to “experiment” and bring out champagne as well as Tech-9 for a 2nd round “interview” with “The Champ” that was just mostly lame and ultimately a boo-fest. Meanwhile JC, clearly more confident with his bars then the previous round, just turned it up, dropping stifling punchlines and wild personals/schemes that were littered with elite (“When I up the arms, you can’t up your arms to contest the shot!”) gun bars and a boatload of filthy haymakers. Tied going into the 3rd, DNA with nowhere to go but up, delivered what was a solid round with a usual assortment of nice gun bars, amicable schemes that Jay-Z would surely love and a few witty personals. Still, with his opponent handing him an easy opportunity to win the round (and the battle) with a turn that wasn’t too crazy, somehow JC finds a way to almost drop the ball. The Pontiac, Michigan battler starting off extra nice and spicy with continuously fiery (“These fucking bullets will penetrate anything, they got no standards!”) punchlines and extra heated darts, while continuing to mock DNA’s rap style (and missing tooth), but coming close to blowing the battle with 2-plus minutes of mostly filler towards the end of his turn. Indeed, if the raucous Houston crowd hadn”t told JC that he had the battle won already so he could stop rapping, DNA might’ve been warranted in serving them all with champagne too for giving him the vic instead.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Bitch, the .38 special, like every class you sit in up until graduation!”
