Recap: Choosing for the most part to put aside the jokes, for this battle Young X designs his bars around his opponent Tre Poundz’ (“Like, what you know about that place, where it is not so sweet?, a yoga mat on concrete, that’s where you got your sleep!”) pedigree, as in who’s more authentic. But it turns out to be a risky move. As after dishing enough fierce (“I’ll run up on you while you got on your homie’s ‘Rest In Peace’ shirt, shoot him in the face, the nigga die again on the t-shirt!”) bars to handily take round 1, when Poundz’ gets more versatile, combining that real street talk with (“He’ll stand there and watch if I smack dude mother, type of nigga, rep a set, then get the tattoos covered!”) jokes and some nice wordplay in round 2, for X, an energetic, but filler-lined turn even things up and puts him a ‘lil back on his heels. Tied going into the 3rd, it turns out to be a pretty lackluster round for both competitors, with X edging it thanks only to a little more consistency with his bar quotient. while Poundz started off well, but labored towards the end.
Verdict: Young X (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Young X – “I’ll punch ya pregnant baby mother, fuck her fetus up, or I’ll burn ya house down and anybody try to help y’all, I’ll fuck FEMA up!”)
