Recap: Pretty solid effort here from Chubby Jag, who outside of a 3rd round that we’ll get to later and one too many name flips, came consistently hard and aggressive against Math Hoffa, with a gang of gritty punches throughout the match that should definitely should put him on par with King Los and 40 Cal when it comes to ‘best-comebacks-to-battle-rap-by-industry-rappers’. Hell, as far as recent comeback’s go, one could easily argue that Jag did way better then his former mentor Cassidy did. That said, there’s no way Jag beat Hoffa here, with the ever combative styling’s of Math fermenting his ground in the opening rounds with a boatlaod of bullish punchlines, fiending wordplay, rich metaphorical darts and enough mocking personals to remind you of the wide range Hoffa has when it comes to his pen. As for round 3? A story in itself with Jag getting extra greasy what with a turn almost entirely dedicated to the recent rape allegations that were publicly made against his opponent. Yet, surely, this being battle rap, Math had to know somebody was going to eventually bring it up. And yeah, as personal and sensitive as the subject matter was, Math getting riled up and walking away on stage while Jag rapped and leaving at the end without shaking hands, was certainly understandable. But no, unless it stops a battle from proceeding, unsportsmanlike conduct like that shouldn’t cost you the round…not that it matters anyway since Jag’s storytelling and execution was so point in the 3rd that it won him the round anyway and saved him from getting 30’d.
Verdict: Math Hoffa (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Math Hoffa – “Pussy, this our house, you on some distant cousin shit, we the kids that jumped on the bed just because we loved the shit!”
