Recap: After a strong (“I’ll flip the pound right through ya chest, but it ain’t King Kong!”) first round from the performance-heavy Mr. Wavy is countered by a stronger and more consistently nice turn from a frenetically (“Stay sick, you only play sick, this nigga Ferris Bueller!”; “These arms I bear [bare] on ya couch, that’s Ted nigga!”) potent Prez Mafia, it’s the latter who dramatically loses steam in this battle of URL newcomers while the former glistens. Indeed, a 2nd round stumble for Mafia only enhanced what was a lackluster turn anyway. And while Wavy’s 2nd wasn’t as powerful as the his 1st, combined with Prez’s downhill styling’s, it was still solid (“You could that metal by [swings arms towards Prez’s mouth] your grill, that’s a license plate!”) enough to even things up going into the 3rd. The final round? An easy body for Wavy. After Prez seemingly cuts his turn short what with more mediocre bars and a lack of crowd reaction, Wavy, steadily scoring with loaded gun bars, winning schemes and dope personals, wins the crowd and more importantly, the battle.
Verdict: Mr. Wavy (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Mr. Wavy – “Nigga you from BX, that’s a Puerto Rican stop, I get the drop on this nigga from a Puerto Rican thot, she said, wherever they sell joints, that’s where Puerto Rican’s shop, nigga death gonna be Goya, that’s a Puerto Rican box!”
