Recap: Lots of fly shit in this West-coast PG battle between Shi Dog and Profecy. Round one, which would turn out tobee his best, saw Shi Dog’s unique, quasi-theatrical flow get lit with heated schemes, urban street (“I’m from where nigga’s will pop at you just for asking, ‘What’s popping with us!”) dynamics and crazy set-ups, easily turning away a solid, but none-too-spectacular turn from Profecy. However, things would change a bit in the middle round with Shi Dog still dishing fierce wordplay and gritty bars/punches, but unable to turn it up as his previous round what with a mostly unchanging theme, allowing Profecy to even things up, which he did with a load of spitfire punchlines, witty barbs, literally unhurried, but jaunty personals and hitting (“Burner on me, with the snub nose, like a dope lie!”) gun bars. Last, decisive round saw both battlers come with it, with more feisty (Shi-Dog: “I win then win again, see, me and bars go hand-in-hand like repeat felons, you can’t win for losing ‘cuz all you do is repeat and failing!”) wordplay, lofty name flips and braggadocio heaters. Still, it’s Profecy who ends up edging it, what with his opponent faltering a bit towards the end of his round, while in turn coming off more consistently nice with the bars, performance richer (esp. with the doep PG scheme) and a little more versatile with his subject matter.
Verdict: Profecy (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Profecy – “Back to this rapping shit, that’s my bitch, I know we both in love her like savages, but your life and the shit that you write?, don’t match a bit, boy you ain’t that type, you ain’t the man-you-script [manuscript]!”
