Recap: I’m guessing that all those shouting “3-0!!!” in the crowd were either diehard JC stans or on crack or something, because this was nowhere near a shutout. To start, ummm yeah, that was Rum Nitty taking off with a fire first, delivering righteous (“I said you bitch made timid, I’ll walk up to ya whip then raise with it, then put .5 on the glass like an inmate visit!”) gun bars and steadily potent with the metaphorical (“You thought I left the .4 at home, I keep it Loaded in the gray hoodie, I never leave my nose alone!”) wordplay to edge a raucous (“Instead of taking a slit wrist, I took a big risk and made every step count…like a Fitbit!”), personal -savvy and thematic turn by JC that the latter might’ve won if not for taking a little too long to get in his bag. The 2nd round wasn’t quite a fire as the first, but was still a dope round nonetheless. Rum, fresh off a sizzling round 1, came down a bit here, but still remained competitive, dishing steely personals and aggressive (“You Vice Lord right?, well I’ll put you under the .5 and bang it to the left!”) heaters with ready, aim, fire semantics that would’ve beat most opponents. But after an up-n-down first, a confident JC stayed turned up, dispensing steadier heat with a fine mix of able-bodied (“Nigga you be with a different team every visit, so the next time you switch sides, I’m a be waiting for the shot…just cherry-picking!”) personals, witty shiners and jaunty (“The chopper put him in his place like real estate, and that’s not a punch…it’ll flip a house!”) gun lines that got him the round. Tied going into the final round in what altogether was a near classic, Nitty stayed on point, continuing to score with fiery punchlines and more (“Your soul lifting, one in the doem hit him, now Carter can’t feel his face…and got no ceiling!”) lead for that ass that while mostly hitting their mark, could be knocked a little bit if only for its repetition. That said, it’s where a slightly more versatile JC edged it, mocking (“You make those Gunz look worse than Love and Hip-Hop!”) Rum’s rap style, spouting plenty of dope 4-bar set-ups and staying on point with a load of spitfire (“I don’t even do subliminal’s, I let the sub tweet!”) wordplay.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “I’m not here to pass Roc, I’m ball-hogging…I want the last shot!”
