Recap: After pretty much taking round 1 off, Younga Baby steadily (“Talking that gangsta shit ’round here?, that’s suicide, gateway drug, you want smoke?, this shit will take you to newer high!”) improves with his punches as this TrapNY battle proceeds against Fettuccine20. Still, with the East Harlem spitter persistent rhyme (“You the head nigga in charge?, well these bullets playing follow the leader, if he don’t die, he’ll be fighting for his life longer than Bobbi Kristina!”; “…after I pop his bottle I’ll leave Moet [more wet] cuz I don’t like Cristal’s so I’m popping his ace!”) pedigree, righteous name flips and hitting personals consistently landing with ease, on this day anyway, UConn just didn’t have enough to beat New York.
Verdict: Fettuccine20 (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Fettuccine20 – “You ain’t shit, you just an appetizer to a bigger plate, the gun big, after the kick my man gotta catch me…Kid-n-Play!”
