Recap: Never a surprise to see a couple of Michigan heads get in the ring with each other regardless their stature in the game. And that’s a good thing as X-Factor and Ill Will put on a dope show for their hometown fans. Still, Will gets the 3-0, scoring more points in each round with feelgood (“You shouldn’t be talking about dumping the rocks, when them little niggas fought at our last event, you damn near jumped in my pocket…”) personals, stinging gun bars and fierce (“He scared to throw a bullet like Revis lurking”) punchlines to overcome a comedic and at times hard-hitting (“I got the .9 and before I bust, watch him straighten up, that’s a well alignment”), but too inconsistent with the bars, often elongated with the set-ups and (“I hate you so much that if you was a bitch I’d rape you”?!?) nonsensical X-Factor.
Verdict: Ill Will (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Ill Will – “I done done shit that your ass don’t know about, he getting paid? I’m taking ‘x’ amount of dollars like I don’t know the count”
