Recap: Honestly, in a consistently spitfire, both battlers on their A-game and super competitive battle like this one, there really are no losers. But after a slightly more versatile, gun bar swinging and (“I’m with the shit, Gotti known to keep a pistol, you dyin’ today…why you think they sent the Reaper [Reeper] with you?!”) haymaker-dropping Geechi Gotti slipped past a killer, punch-terrific turn by Glueazy to edge the 1st round, a wittier, adeptly (“Yeah, say somethin’, I’ll break somethin’, don’t bring your freak around me, or I’ll pistol whip her, yeah, crack her in the head like she thinkin’ ’bout me!”) braggadocios and (“Go ‘head, call up jake if y’all racist, but don’t sleep around white boys, we draw on faces!”) set-up/scheme-heavy Glu beats a solid, street-savvy Gotti to even things out. As to be expected, the deciding 3rd round was close with Glueazy continuing to spaz with a nice mix of lucid personals and more (“Chest shot, five will have him walkin’ like Red Foxx!”) salacious mayhem. But by taking on a (“You know how many nigga hit they mama’s phone like, ‘I’m on my way home’, but never made it?”) grimmer and darker tone with his bars to enhance that real street shit he’s become so noted for, Geechi Gotti’s unique ability to paint such an indelible atmosphere throughout his turn gives him the final round and the win here.
Verdict: Geechi Gotti (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Geechi Gotti – “What the hell wrong with all these white boys thinkin’ they can rap?, see, I gotta blame Marshall, the flame spark you, mini .40, get a small cap in the middle of ya dome like Hey Arnold!“
