Recap: In this matchup of Chicago versus the West-coast, Danny Myers does prove to be ‘Too much!” for Young Kannon, consistently dishing righteous (“I don’t know what in the fuck made you think you could see my nigga, a shot through a Chicago knee, is really the PG killer!”) metaphorical wordplay, fiery rebuttals, potent (“You ain’t worth a punch, I got something special for you, I’ll backhand you so hard, cops can use the echo for proof!”) bars, steady angles (“Tupac whupped Joe Torry ass, if y’all seen Poetic Justice then you’ll know how we do Chicago on the West coast!”; “Small errors in this city and your soul get lift, you won’t make it to your 60s, you better watch who you Rolling with!”) and even political briefings to beat what was an overall (“I’m a universal charger, I got a plug for everything!”) solid (but filler-prone, esp. in rounds 1 and 2) turn from the ever (“The only thing worse than your performance is your music!”) reliable YK. Indeed, still showing plenty of heart going into the 3rd round, it’s Kannon’s hard (“Back shot…have him walking like he 9 months pregnant!”) punches and a roundhouse of hitting (“You told Bigg K ‘my crew is like nigga’s in Italian suits, we got mob ties’, you a bitch trying to fit in with the killers, you the Mob Wives!”) personals that edges the 3rd after what looked to be an insurmountable (“I’ll let the .4 ring on his face like brass knuckles!”) turn from Myers.
Verdict: Danny Myers (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Danny Myers – “I’ll come to the South side, aim at your throat and let the mill spark twice, them gonna be the ugliest shots in Chicago since Bill Cartwright!”
