Recap: Rarely lacking for confidence and pulling a vet move by mostly staying away from the what would have been easy name flips, JC spits a gang of spitfire braggadocios lines, potent gun bars and righteous punchlines to take rounds 1 plus 3 and beat a very solid KD, a St. Louis battler who used a wide variety of loaded wordplay, nice set-ups and hitting personals/punchlines to stay in the mix, before a spicy storytelling, but hit-n-miss turn and JC’s comeuppance in the deciding final round eventually did him in.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “If your soul gets snatched in a battle with me, only I can give it back, so don’t come here expecting no Black Panther flip from me…nigga, what kind of shit!”
Recap: For a couple of battle rappers noted for having bullish pen’s, when it comes to a ‘War of Words’ matchup, JC and (“They say you may weathered [Mayweather] these punches, yeah, if Ricky hadn’t walked into it!”) Anubis make for a fitting matchup. That said, JC gets the edge here using sanguine (“These shots, drop tops, I call them Kennedy slugs, but everything from this point forward, gonna be in memory of!”) gun bars, a few audacious personals and some spicy set-ups to edge the first couple of rounds and earn the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “That’s the problem with living in the moment…nigger’s never even considered dying in it!”
Recap: When the bars match the energy…well, let’s just call it a goodnight. A less ‘over-the-head’, but still potent with the punches and wordplay Nu Jerzey Twork gives the full business to a solid, but slightly hiccup-prone JC in this 3-round battle from Smack Volume 1. After JC edges the first round with a little more consistent and (“Bitch, being in the ‘hood don’t cover them lines, I’m a repeat that: being in the hood don’t cover them lines!”) witty pedigree, Twork steps it up, using steely name flips, gritty punchlines and fierce (“I’ll wet up every dry spot you been controlling with your pace, always chasing Lux, well now you run to something loaded in ya face!”) performance bars to edge both rounds 2 and 3. Altogether, a more polished and thorough palette than his somewhat redundant-with-the-themes opponent that also laid waste to those who might’ve thought Twork had reached already his peak, much less battles too often.
Verdict: Nu Jerzey Twork (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Nu Jerzey Twork – “Fuck a glove, it’s enough rubber on the handle when I’m palming the grip Tommy, the drum’ll peel like j’aime belle ta’, pardon the French!”
Recap: If his classic (not just for the controversial and ill-advised ‘Kenneka Jenkins’ bar), haymaker-drenched 1st round didn’t prove that T Top wasn’t motivated for this battle with JC, then certainly his fiery and elongated 2nd and super-long 3rd (which even featured a cameo from a pop lock dancer, because yunno THIS once happened) did. And maybe with him tossing out everything but the kitchen sink, including wild name flips, potent (“I brought this [turns hand like gun over JC’s head] to press on your mind like postpartum!”) gun bars and some killer punchlines, Top might’ve had a 3-0, if not for JC being JC (minus a few redundant quotables here and there) what with a barrage of exquisite (“I’m no fool, but I’m on the street like Will Ferrell in Old School!”) wordplay, witty personals and hellbent gun bars/punches that were spicy (and condensed) enough to force a debatable 2nd and 3rd. Thus it’s the aforementioned 1st, the only round with a clear victor, that garners Top an appearance in the winner’s circle.
Verdict: T Top (W) 2-1
Favorite line: T Top – “My grandma told me you was coming, yeah that’s what she said, but she ain’t tell me he was 5-2 clapping the lead, a Vice Lord?!?, with a bandana wrapped on his leg, I thought Jesus ran with Disciples, ain’t that we read?!”
Recap: I’m guessing that all those shouting “3-0!!!” in the crowd were either diehard JC stans or on crack or something, because this was nowhere near a shutout. To start, ummm yeah, that was Rum Nitty taking off with a fire first, delivering righteous (“I said you bitch made timid, I’ll walk up to ya whip then raise with it, then put .5 on the glass like an inmate visit!”) gun bars and steadily potent with the metaphorical (“You thought I left the .4 at home, I keep it Loaded in the gray hoodie, I never leave my nose alone!”) wordplay to edge a raucous (“Instead of taking a slit wrist, I took a big risk and made every step count…like a Fitbit!”), personal -savvy and thematic turn by JC that the latter might’ve won if not for taking a little too long to get in his bag. The 2nd round wasn’t quite a fire as the first, but was still a dope round nonetheless. Rum, fresh off a sizzling round 1, came down a bit here, but still remained competitive, dishing steely personals and aggressive (“You Vice Lord right?, well I’ll put you under the .5 and bang it to the left!”) heaters with ready, aim, fire semantics that would’ve beat most opponents. But after an up-n-down first, a confident JC stayed turned up, dispensing steadier heat with a fine mix of able-bodied (“Nigga you be with a different team every visit, so the next time you switch sides, I’m a be waiting for the shot…just cherry-picking!”) personals, witty shiners and jaunty (“The chopper put him in his place like real estate, and that’s not a punch…it’ll flip a house!”) gun lines that got him the round. Tied going into the final round in what altogether was a near classic, Nitty stayed on point, continuing to score with fiery punchlines and more (“Your soul lifting, one in the doem hit him, now Carter can’t feel his face…and got no ceiling!”) lead for that ass that while mostly hitting their mark, could be knocked a little bit if only for its repetition. That said, it’s where a slightly more versatile JC edged it, mocking (“You make those Gunz look worse than Love and Hip-Hop!”) Rum’s rap style, spouting plenty of dope 4-bar set-ups and staying on point with a load of spitfire (“I don’t even do subliminal’s, I let the sub tweet!”) wordplay.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “I’m not here to pass Roc, I’m ball-hogging…I want the last shot!”
Recap: Surprise battle on, of all places, the RBE stage between West-coast vet Illmaculate and JC lives up to the hype with plenty of dope (Illmac: “This is terminal cancer, he knew he was dead when I hit the terminal, panicked and tried to jet soon as he heard that I landed, I let him carry on, that’s personal baggage, then take flight, that’s plane to see…”) schemes, metaphorical wizardry, personals galore, a load of small guy shit-talk, hitting gun bars and a plethora of witty (“Jay [J-eh] ain’t what he sounds like…fuck it am I speaking Spanish?!”) anecdotes. The feeling here is a 1st round draw with both battlers dispensing equal heat along with equal (JC: “This is wht greatness is, you clown’s are just plagiarists, trying to sneak a scheme past Stephen King, oh wow…well I created It!”) haymakers with steady aggression, nice performance bars and staid crowd control. And while Illmac came hard with more fiery wordplay in a (“They got me preying on Baby Jesus…Talladega Nights!”) personals-driven 2nd round, the vet rapper hurt himself a bit with dated themes and an elongated, 7-minute 2nd round that allowed for equally adept (“We need you upright, because this one night, it ain’t about increasing the peace, shit, you’ll get beat with the piece like you Pun wife!”) JC to edge the round with less dry spots amongst more of those ill (“You about as notable as a wave….in Kevin Durant hair!”; “Shit, I’ll take any shot…I’m ambitious!”) punchlines/personals the Michigan rapper is noted for. But displaying veteran resiliency, Illmac bounced back in the 3rd, what with a more versatile and well-crafted round featuring a load of lofty (“Right hook, jaw gets damaged, mouth sticking out the side like when you talking with a Boston accent!”) punches and a handful of haymakers that beat back a solid, but not spectacular turn from JC. All in all, a terrific battle that deserves to be debated.
Verdict: TIE
Favorite line: JC – “If you looking for a nigga to embarrass you, you couldn’t have picked a better dude, colossal impact, even at eye-level, I leveled you!”
Recap: Confidently smashing his way to a total dismantling, for 3 rounds JC flexes on a seriously flow-challenged, but otherwise solid Chess with a righteous palette of stifling (“Jump stupid [raises arm like a shotgun], get violent, the pump gonna sit him down in the air like you zip-lining!”) gun bars, fierce braggadocio (“Shit, these ain’t words, I know nigga’s that can make it happen now, have you act it out, [but] he survived, but now he got real struggle shit to rap about!”) lines, searing wordplay and wicked personals. For the battle-tested JC, it’s a rich combo that may finally warrant that long wanton match against Loaded Lux. For Chess, embarrassingly choking away his 3rd round after a slip-up prone 2nd, even with a highly (“To beat Chess, you gonna have to take me out of the game, Glock .40, if I take it out he gonna get flamed, I’ll have a ratchet beating on him like ‘Baby, I can explain!'”) competitive 1st, overall it’s such a bad look that it could be time to consider removing him from the starting lineup.
Verdict: JC (W) 3-0
Favorite line: JC – “I got the shovel at the plot for you and I’m digging up dirt like I’m prosecuting, get them all in tact, ain’t no calling back, the only thing you will ever get from my history are body’s…and those are the facts [artifacts]!”
Recap: Running throughout all 3 of his rounds with a super witty/mocking ‘He’s just a baby’ theme for his much smaller built opponent JC, Bigg K has what could arguably be his finest battle. Whether K was kicking a rare rebuttal on his opponent’s outerwear, dishing rapidly stinging (“Look, I rock for delph, big dog of the commonwealth, head first in that dirt, how an ostrich felt!”) punchlines throughout his turns, bringing the heat with some superb gun lines or making fun of battle rap semantics in general when he wasn’t going at JC with scintillating personals, a more-versatile-than-usual Bigg K does it all in taking out a pretty solid overall, gun (“But that scope got a lens wide enough to keep every nigga on yo’ field watching I send a paid shooter, he will pop and you gon’ only see him once like Will pops!”) savvy and haymaker-inducing-at-times, but a bit filler-prone JC, who at the end of the day just didn’t have enough to take out Bigg K’s comeuppance.
Verdict: Bigg K (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Bigg K – “While you was playing Checkers, Connect 4, Life, Trouble, Candy Land, Chutes and Ladders, I had to check a connect for life, havin’ trouble getting that can to land, shooting Ladders!”
Recap: You expected a spitfire punchfest, but instead JC versus Chef Trez is arguably a classic with each battler bringing their A-game and dropping haymakers and other noteworthy schemes with rapid abandon. Round one saw Trez immediately go for the jugular with an elongated turn that was littered with lyrical bombs, versatile heaters/personals and some fire (“We was raised different, the shit we go through day to day different, God told you get baptized, he told me to get a gun…we was saved different!”) wordplay. Chef’s fire palette was met, however, by a just-as-fire round by JC, who upon making his return to Smack, delivered what the fans were craving for: seismic (“Nigga, ask the docs about the patients I left ‘em, and I won’t quit yet, I got more clips left, and the cap will swallow his head like the old Dipset!”) gun bars and adept lyricism in a more condensed turn that earned him a draw for the round. The 2nd round is where Trez turned it up, showing off multifaceted hijinks with freestyles, rebuttals and a robust mix of fiery (“You dying sucker, see how my lines structured?, my mind gutter, .9’s touch ya’, since JC is God’s Son, his background get blew [blue] like Nas cover!”) punches, lofty name flips and witty shiners that easily beat back a pretty solid, but not nearly as nice turn from his fellow Writer’s Bloque opponent. With Trez up one round, the ATL spitter kept the pressure on, continuing to dish standout heat, gritty performance bars and potent schemes with self-assured poise. However, sticking in cool-headed vet mode, JC went back in his bag and came out with another condensed and flexing turn that was rich with stinging set-ups, fire braggadocio lines and jaunty (“Your bitch catch the heat from these straps…she not walking out of there with tan lines!”) punches to edge the round and make this superb battle a draw.
Verdict: TIE
Favorite line: Chef Trez – “And what’s up with these niggas with struggle and gangsta bars? these dudes clueless, niggas got shotties in their pants legs, deuce deuce in their boots, but they move stupid, I had the pack in my briefs, AR in my jeans…and I walk regular ’cause I’m used to it!”
Recap: Fire battle with plenty of salacious bars from both (“I got bars you couldn’t touch on a new Mac book!”) JC and (“Listen pussy, just ‘cuz I don’t got a gun on my waist, don’t mean I ain’t come with something, white boy got the strap on the ankle like I’m bungee-jumping!”) Krome from DMS Battle Ring stays competitive throughout. Still, it’s the kid JC who uses a roundhouse of dizzying wordplay and festive guns bars to take rounds 1 and 2, before surviving an extra-crazy (“They want respect, but rarely beat the kid like white parents!”) 3rd from Krome, who definitely held his own here.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Y’all know why I’m here, right?, to leave his top dirty, Glock 30, head rocking like a night at the Roxbury!”
Recap: Another solid (“This queer try with me, pure irony, fuck apologies, I mean why would I patch things up when I could give him more A-Rs [ARs] than a weird pirate speech!”) turn by Craig Lamar gets upended by a more (“Bitch, I’ll lift the .4 like a Simpson waving!”) potent and versatile flow of spitfire bars/schemes from JC, who easily takes the first couple of rounds with confident and consistent (“Y’all see why I don’t debate with these nigga’s?, it’s not worth it, nigga’s will still criticize the form if the shot perfect!”) ether, before getting edged out to a more cohesive and (“Big Red how I toss the coward, then hang him off the tower, like ‘Yeah little nigga, what’s my office hours?!’“) thematic Lamar in round 3.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “But since you still here, I don’t believe in this clip stuff, how you squeeze and let clips bust?, I’m waiting, I got scary patience, Gary Payton, the first nigga [throws fist like punch] sneak will get zipped up!”
Recap: Dope punch-fest here on Black Cartel between JC and QP stays close and competitive throughout as the SONS member flexes throughout the bout with a gang of sizzling 4 bar-set-up, witty barbs and rigid wordplay. However, a more versatile with the punches JC, able to mix in some steely personals, crazy similes and righteous schemes along the way, does just enough damage to edge the first two rounds for the win before a more robust QP avoids getting shutout by taking the 3rd.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Fuck your space, my whole circle clap like a huddle break!”
Recap: It’s quite a (Daylyt: “You won’t win squat, but if you do key in my body language, only position you stuck in, is the bowel movement!”) shit-storm as JC withstands a scheme-heavy and versatile, but a little messy Daylyt, with a continuous barrage of ill punchlines, schematic (“Guns loaded Day, and we not feenin’ to miss him, y’all feenin’ to him, y’all are supposed to get Day back, now his is missing, and the only way to get Day back, is reminiscing!”) wordplay, potent (“This is not a game, I can expose Lyt [light] and make y’all never even look at Watts the same!”) name flips and nuanced personals, finally putting Day away with this shiner: “He could never get with me, we shoot at more Cribs than the old MTV!”
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Besides, what happened at the Crown 2?, damn that’s a shame, Red handled you worse than his grandmama chain!”
Recap: In this nice matchup from Barbarian Battle Grounds, Pass’ (“[pounds chest] Old-school beatdown, I’ll boom bap ya!”) pretty solid, oft-rapid, sometimes intricate wordplay/punches lands him a debatable 1st round when matched with JC’s swagger boasts and otherwise ill punchlines/personals. But from there, a (“I execute with the ink, empty the pen faster than a prison break!”) bluster-happy, set-up friendly, gun bar-savvy and scheme-heavy JC just proves to be too much for his vet opponent, raining down haymakers with extra moxie in both the 2nd and 3rd, while displaying more consistency with the potency of his bars and taking the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Trying to be a rap legend, you could meet a rap legend…[Bwoh!], bet he know the Proof when he see it!”
Recap: Pretty solid effort here from Radio B, who withstanding some reaches here and there, scored with enough lyrical darts and gritty punches to stay in this battle and even edge the 3rd round. Still, while JC’s final round wasn’t as blistering as one might like, the first couple of rounds told a different story, what with a gang of stifling punchlines, boastful shiners that solidified his status in the game and pointed wordplay/name flips/gun bars that worked to outscore his opponent in each of the opening rounds and give the Michigan battler the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Two bulldogs [points arms out like guns], dumping outside like they housebroken!”
Recap: For a couple of rounds anyway, Mr. Mills steady mix of vociferous (“You don’t get no love [makes like gun at JC’s head] from the Pop, you must be the second child!”) punchlines, name flips and fleetingly ambitions angles are enough to keep up with JC’s wicked pen game. However, after yet another solid (“I’m me everywhere, you gotta acknowledge that, if I don’t got the strap, my son on top of the arm like a Rasheed Wallace tat!”) round by JC, a surprising 3rd round choke by Mills does him in and hands his opponent the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “This wasn’t the best decision, direction’s missing, and that’s something I hate to see, Birdman with the respect [Respek], when I use the ‘K’, you know it came from me!”
Recap: Until round (“So if you see me it’s strapped, an assault rifle with the wood stock, no ski-mask, ‘cuz I wish a nigga would watch!”) 3, King Beanz proved to be much better with the jokes than the bars, leaving JC with more than enough room to dish continuously fiery (“You should’ve known better or shown effort, now the next time they see you, you’ll be see-through at Coachella!”) punches mixed in with some over-the-top (“You seen my shows, I hope you’re ready for this, ‘cuz I’m a let go of this body faster than a married Mexican chick!”) jokes in the first couple of rounds for an easy win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “You see the problems I bring, you do not wanna be a nigga I target, I’ll get to climbing through the whole set like the intro on ‘Martin’!”
Recap: They see moments are fleeting and more often than not, haymakers are what you remember most in a battle. Still, consistency has to count for something and for all of JC’s elusive (“What’s homicide to an Undertaker, I literally throw Mankind Off!”) shiners here and there, it’s the cocky, but fierce, versatile and spirited darts from J Murda that edges him rounds 2 and 3 and gets him the win here. Indeed, for all of JC’s lyrical attirbutes, a little too much redundancy with his gun bars as well as permeable filler en route to his more standout lines, along with a Murda who brought his A-game with some seismic wordplay, fire schemes, stylistic/witty/mocking personals and steady (“Bench player, you’ll get a ring even if you do nothing!”) mayhem with the heat, ends up hurting the Writer’s Block captain in a judged battle that while close throughout, clearly should’ve ended with a different verdict.
Verdict: J. Murda (W) 2-1
Favorite line: J. Murda – “I will smack the bitch out of you…then chill with her!”
Recap: JC said it best, proving to be way ‘too much’ for Born, who for some reason decided in the early rounds, to at times abandon his noted (“Get crucified, I bet an arm will get in [Armageddon], then I’m stretching something, if I miss the first then JC the second coming!”) punchline game, for personals and name flips that didn’t always land and lines that were peppered with reaches. Nonetheless, this version of JC would’ve been nearly impossible to beat anyway. Seemingly motivated by Born’s long (“This all started with me not accepting this…and you not accepting it”) desire for this matchup, JC stayed ahead with repeated (“You want my advice? stop shooting, I’m nukin’, try stock and bonds, the ratchet ate Born like Octomom!”) haymakers, sizzling (“But just to hear me, they willing you give you a feature for the show, see this Victor…Sweet, even got you eating off the floor!”) wordplay and jaunty (“I’m that boy, in front of his house, with a lot of Mac clips, but a cocktail would be like inducing labor…be gonna force Bon outta that bitch!”) punchlines that literally had the crowd buzzing. And while JC stayed afloat enough with sharp (“I paint pictures, on the polls, niggas get boxed with a head shot and I’m Wanted for that”; “Born, every nigga I know armed with k’s, and down to shoot like it’s laundry day!”) bars to almost pull out the latter round, Born’s bright decision to revert back to punchline-heavy (‘Gut punch, leave you lying where you stand like perjury!”; “I was baptized to be born again, word to me, now I’m covered in the blood of JC, with a box of ties offering, I gotta pay his churches fees!”) bars along with a stronger performance, was just enough to edge him the 3rd round and avoid an embarrassing 3-0.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “It can get messy here, like jet repair, we air Tek’s [techs], the shots Blue [blew] Blood like it didn’t hit air yet!”
Recap: Not to take anything away from Arsonal, who did pretty well here, using a plethora of fleeting (“I will stretch your mother pussy until it’s wider than Bonnie womb, then violate her like she off the pill and got left in Bill Cosby room”) personals, witty (“I kill niggas by the caseload, you just another asswipe to an a-hole!”) one-liners and bully bars to make this a competitive battle regardless. But in a battle with a couple of elite names that should’ve been staged on UDubb or Smack/URL in the first place, JC having gone on record to state that he ended his last two rounds early because of some alleged misfinances on the part of BOTB UK, should be taken into account here. Of course, that has nothing to do with Arsonal, much less showing up, being a professional and competing in full. Yet, the fact that JC almost never chokes, while edging a close 1st round with better wordplay and more consistent (“Well it’s cool because we creeping with the torch, got the ratchet looking for that joint, like Felecia on the porch!”) shiners, at the very least warrants a rematch…preferably in the States.
Verdict: Arsonal (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Arsonal – “I been a shooter, .30 on me, extended rugar, I got Edward scissors hand, knuckles sharp, I’m Nigga Kruger!”
Recap: JC versus Big Kannon on RBE is no doubt entertaining throughout, but also a bit weird (Big Kannon free-styling an entire 2nd round after being so competitive with his written’s in the 1st) at times, over-friendly (two Writer’s Bloque dudes battling each other, we get the respect for each other’s lyrics, but still enough with the compliments) and over-the-top (yeah, that was BK mimicking JC’s infamous pop-lock video onstage in the 3rd). Thus, it’s probably a good thing that JC took this battle more seriously than his opponent, who essentially only (BK: “Now dude stop, give me one reason why you the king of this, you only kill when you battling bums, that’s when you seem to spit, so now he the Ice Cube of the group, and my meaning is ‘cuz you get no credit for writing all that easy [Eazy] shit!”) showed up for two rounds. That’s proven by a consistently superb pen game by the Michigan rapper that reached its peak in a spitfire 3rd round that exemplified JC’s stinging ability to (“Kannon, you know what’s up, get him stabbed while the camera rolling…bonus cuts!”) punch, name flip and dish potent heat on top of some incredible wordplay with the best of them.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “It’s all will, I’ll approach him, all steel, tell him wish his family well, then have him staring down that .357 like when he stands on a scale!”
Recap: Took him till the 3rd round to get turned up, but after a couple of (for him anyway) average rounds littered with pedestrian bars that led to a split with the mayhem-dishing and sometimes witty, but filler-prone Gauge, JC finally separates himself from his opponent with a spitfire 3rd round that drenched with steely punches, rambunctious schemes and some fierce wordplay, gets him the round and the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Now I’m giving shots, but you can’t match nothing I spit, look who they bumped you against, check the dash, this gauge don’t even see the same numbers I hit!”
Recap: Those who state that JC takes too many battles could point to this one as major proof here as against a barely known (outside of KOTD anyway), but versatile speed rapper in Psycoses, JC’s pen game had barely enough fire in it to beat what were mostly standard (“My best verse now is like Em’s first album, that Infinite”) bars wrapped around some nice (“Orange [aren’t] you glad I didn’t say banana?”) jokes and nifty punchlines. Indeed, except for his back to basics (“And the shit this bitch spitting is fictitious, that’s why nuthin’ believe in you, Unbelievable, BIG difference!”) round two, at times JC bars were just listless and tired. Yeah, thanks in part to some weak angles/nursery rhymes from his opponent and a better bar quotient in round 3, JC edged this one at the end. But this battle still goes to show you why even the best players need to sit out a minute or two out every now and again to get their wind back.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Metals in his mouth, embrace the glock”
Recap: As expected, a barfest between Xcel and JC. It’s Xcel who edges first round with slightly better wordplay and (“You came up punching on bums, like the Knock Out game!”) personals than the name-flip heavy and always robust (“You throw punches, but the hands is missing, this is Man 1 to vandalism”) JC. Round two is another tight round, but JC edges this one with more consistency, rich (“I don’t dig up on niggas, even tho yours is everywhere!”) personals and fiery anecdotes in lieu of Xcel rapid punchlines that almost got usurped by the easy choice to once gain go after JC’s noted dance move video. Again, things stayed close in the 3rd round with both JC and Xcel dropping (JC: “I still got something in store for your dogs like Petco, but brought the kick back for sales [Cel] like Retro’s”; Xcel: “I’ll let it ring and hit everyone…like open marriage!”) some gems and nice schemes, but neither battler, after splitting the first couple of rounds, did that much to stand out or differentiate themselves….so call it even.
Verdict: TIE
Favorite line: Xcel – “License to kill? Nigga you still get carded for spliffs”
Recap: Another dope battle from RBE as Ah Di Boom and JC put on a gleaming showcase on bar efficiency and pen game acumen. From jump Ah Di strives to win, spitting rich (“I’m a one-man army, John Wick, and I get Dumber and Dumber when I’m driving my dog whip!”) bars along with (“I got size on me, he ain’t trying to the tussle, if this bitch fight it’s a wrap here, I prepared his funeral, he ain’t trying to the Hustle”) feelgood quips on JC’s notorious dance steps, all backed up by his usual spirited performance. Still, while JC spat a somewhat shorter round, his bars were just as intense, delivering on variety with spicy (“For some reason, niggas without bars done found a way to thrive, then say I only talk about killing, well it’s only been 40 battles, bitch it’s a thousand ways to die”) personals and amiable schemes, while scoring (“I’ll put a blunt out on his face, that’s a hash tag”) higher with their impact as well as a crisper flow. Although JC steps up his performance and stays consistent with the fiery (“You’re not vicious and Ah Di about as real the one McLovin carry”) punches, Ah Di gets tighter with the (“Army shots, he’ll be a corpse, now be all you can be, that mean Omarion about to have an Ice Box where his heart used to be”) wordplay and edges a close round 2 with slightly less filler. It’s the 3rd round that sees each opponent’s skillset fully on display yet separating themselves vigorously, as while Ah Di continues to drop some (“He mad, look like I just touched a female cord, Misfit”) gems, his well-noted foibles for decreased viability, reaching (“He could be Mus-a-lamb I’ll still go ham…”; “…this when I’m gonna try dent [Trident]” and getting distracted (Really, using a big match against JC to call out T-Rex?!? that’s what blogs are for) with random BS materializes–all the while becoming a perfect foil for JC’s nonstop stream of stinging set-ups, potent (“Y’all wave arms to perform, not in the streets”) personals, repeated (“You got a of niggas wanted with you, but in the Spur of the moment the whole team will pass before any one of them shoot”) haymakers and wicked punchlines. All told Yak Town wins again.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “It’s apparent tho, y’all putting marble against carpet, you can’t compare the flow”
Recap: Doomsday Rap Battle brought to you from Rap Grid ends up being a draw as the hardbody punchlines, street missives and mocking personals of Scripts puts enough points on the scoreboard to (round 1: debatable, round 2: Scripts, round 3: JC) matchup equally with the fiery schemes, slinging mayhem and (“You New York nigger’s buck-fifty with the razors, not us, the accuracy too cutthroat!”) piercing punches/name flips of a condensed JC over the course of 3 rounds.
Verdict: Debatable
Favorite line: Scripts – “This Roscoe biscuit, Ricky scratching that Lotto ticket, you don’t even know death coming!”
Recap: Two prolific battle emcees who almost always give it their all, it’s to be expected that JC and Danny Myers would put on a dope, bar-heavy and competitive showing. Myers goes 1-up with a load of rapid, versatile punchlines that were well-spiced with braggadocio rhythms and some fire (“You fucking with a 5th banger, I’ll take him to the top of the mountain and well…the rest is a cliffhanger!”) set-ups, before JC even things out grandiose heaters that along with some witty (“All my bars make you do shit you can’t do, like bring them lines back!”) barbs/personals, beat back a solid, but not-as-fire-as-his-first-round turn by Danny. The 3rd and deciding round was just a matter of who could more fortitude and with both battlers going in with an equal amount of sterling punches, fierce (Myers: “Point bank in your living room nigga, I’ll spray a slug, your forehead be all in ya carper like a prayer’s rug!”) gun bars, graphic schemes, potent wordplay and some seismic haymakers, it was only fitting that the end result be a draw.
Verdict: TIE
Favorite line: JC – “Now I know, you love doing that gun talk until somebody stretch him with the shit, bunch of Young Thug’s, all about the money till you address [a dress] ’em like a bitch!”
Recap: In his bid to take on every local battle rap star in the U.S. JC ventures down south to take on Duval County, Florida hometown hero Moses West. After pretty much taking off the first round and allowing Moses to get his (“I’m like Justin Timberlake, how I get rid of JC”) shine in front of his fans, JC wakens up and gets nice with his, edging round two with some pointed rebuts on Moses’ continual jokes on his infamous dance video along with some visceral (“…and with the ratchet in my hand, I’ll clap a LeBron fan, no witnesses”) set-ups and nice punchlines. The last round saw West more concerned with playing to the crowd (perhaps because he thought he had the first couple of rounds in hand) than batting his opponent, giving room for JC to earn the win with some more efficient bars and ardent (“We could have Good Times, but I’m James Evans, even in front of Florida I’m still head of the house”) wordplay.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “My niggas even feel like it’s a bout to pop, them torches getting raised, y’all like when y’all mama used to cut y’all hair, you gotta get forced in to the fade”
Synopsis: Perhaps if bars just decided rap battles, a scheming wordsmith like JC would most likely be undefeated. But of course, that’s the kind of thinking that has some of the gifted pen’s of the battle world living with their head in the sand as they struggle to accept other attributes that can win you battles. Then too, if you go in the boxing ring recognizing that your opponent is noted for having a superb left uppercut, you and your trainer’s job is to come up with an effective plan to counter that move with an effective game plan that can get you the win. That’s what K-Shine does here in this 3-rounder against JC on UDubb: using his own talent for showmanship, running with his opponent’s biggest weakness and milking it for all its worth. And who could blame him? I mean what is he supposed to do? Go toe-to-toe with JC on bars alone and most likely lose? Puh-leeze. Granted, K-Shine is no slouch in the ring when it comes to punchlines. But as he showed in his infamous ‘Professor Shine’ 3rd round against DNA, when your opponent has an advantage on you in one area, why not return the favor and counter with what you do better? In this case perform. And that he did with an insanely adept (i.e. classic), dope and crowd-rocking MIchael Jackson scheme in the deciding 3rd round (that had JC literally flinching and talking to himself) to earn the win.
Verdict: K-Shine (W) 2-1
Favorite line: K-Shine – “You know them bitches Love Sosa, but this more like Oprah, they all get the gift from under the seat!”
Recap: A rare choke from JC in the 2nd round still doesn’t stop him using some fiery schemes, ill personals and fire gunplay in the 1st and 3rd rounds and beat back the loud and boisterous, but often reaching raps of Gjonaj.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “I still spark the llama like Martin mama, if I reach, ain’t shit I’m raisin’ but a biscuit!”
Recap: Damn: If only Syahboy came half as hard (“Your wife a slut bucket, try divorcing that, she put me on to the neck, that’s a torture rack”) as he did in round 3 (“I’m in the street with the Tommy like Keisha tripping”), he probably would’ve gotten a win here. But by then it was too late as JC’s fiery (“Dreams crushed, it’s a wrap for Syah, that’s King Tut”) bars, steady personals, wordplay, name flips and flat-out (“What I’m supposed to believe he nice and ignore the fact that he lost a lot y’all lying/lion on Syah, that’s King Jaffe in the barber shop”) haymakers easily gave him the first couple of rounds. Still despite losing, considering he was a last-minute replacement for Ah Di Boom, Syahboy more than held his own.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Welcome to my ring Syah, I’m king, the chrome will spark, Tony Parker pointing with the 9 (who counted that), that’s 5 rings”
Recap: Feasting with fiery schemes, lofty name flips, some witty barbs and gritty gun bars/punchlines, in this 1-rounder from Gorilla Warfare, a more consistently potent JC does enough to fight past a solid, but often pedestrian showing by Big T homie Prince Lord.
Verdict: JC (W) 1-0
Favorite line: JC – “What’s poppin’?, I heard y’all known for drama, well, we roll with llama’s, bis ass ratchet’s, yunno, the kind you can’t take home to mama!”
Recap: Gorilla Warfare battle between JC and B-Magic stayed competitive with the two splitting the first couple of rounds. But Magic, who’d already served up more than enough JC ‘pop-locking’ references/bars in the match, would not only continue with more of the same silly personals in the deciding 3rd, but also deliver a shortened and mediocre turn that when faced against a stellar and punch-heavy round by JC, handily cost him the bout.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “You gonna die from two Yak nigga’s clearly, it ain’t for the fans to decide, ‘cuz you got killed by Will [wheel] like Brandy was driving!”
Recap: A lot of gassin’ for the hometown spitter (“He tried to run, well that was a no go, I stretch the back of his head like the Patriots logo!”) Scotty and a slightly close 2nd round, but other than that JC’s usual assortment of exquisite wordplay, righteous name flips and at times fanatical (“Fuck is you fooling?, you don’t let off one pump, every cartridge that come with your gun…say Duck Hunt!”) gun bars does the job and it’s yet another win for the kid from Yak-town.
Verdict: JC (W) 3-0
Favorite line: JC -“A shot to the back will make his heart go out to his family…,my condolences!”
Recap: Definitely not on his A-game, but in this 3-rounder from MIRAP TV JC doesn’t need much more than his usual assortment of fiery punchlines, residual mayhem, otherworldly chatter and in this case, a gang of witty hairline jokes to beat back a rapidly punching, but mostly mediocre and freestyle-heavy effort from Mic Phelps.
Verdict: JC (W) 3-0
Favorite line: JC – “See my reign for the world, I get biblical, cut him off as soon as he get here…umbilical!”
Recap: Weird seeing Smack host a non-URL battle. That said, despite an overall solid effort from Danja Zone, too many pedestrian bars overall, taking too long to get in his bag during rounds, fleeting personals that just didn’t hit and equally a punch-heavy JC who consistently brought the heat with audacious shiners and personals throughout the battle, gives the latter a pretty comfortable 30.
Verdict: JC (W) 3-0
Favorite line: JC – “I can blow like 8 battles straight bro, I’m the shit regardless and I’m a still get paid to burn you pussies…Mr. Marcus!”
Recap: Bit of controversy surrounded this 2-round battle between JC and Knalo G as the Pontiac, Michigan rapper would recycle a gang of bars used here in a later battle against Tay Roc. That said, up-n-comer Knalo G wasn’t bad here, the Minnesota rapper dishing enough sturdy punches and witty (“You 4-foot nuthin’, I would hate to play Hide-n-Seek with you!”) personals to edge round 1, before a more bar efficient and punch-heavier JC easily took the 2nd round over his flow-challenged and mostly subpar opponent to make this one a draw.
Verdict: TIE
Favorite line: JC – “These coke-sniffing battle rappers are clearly paying for the wrong lines, nigga!”
Recap: Tay Roc goes postal in the first two rounds here against JC, delivering a splendid round of (“Once these HIT MEN your brother gone have to hold u up, get close enough then Dose you up!”) haymakers, sizzling gun (“Laid my mag down she new I wasn’t tryin to fuck”) bars, congenial wordplay, aggressive (“I caught him with his bitch, I had time enough, I whipped out my blade and laid my Mac down, she knew I wasn’t try to fuck”) punchlines and personals to not only take this highly entertaining battle, but score yet another win against a Michigan spitter. JC’s 3rd round was crazy (“I’ll fry to the death, Paul Walker”) nice with nice schemes, wordplay and metaphors galore, but taking somewhat long with his set-ups, using nonsensical angles (treating Roc like a no-name by saying you didn’t even do any “research” on him was a non-starter) and a little too much filler during rounds (tho the “Paramount” scheme was nice) 1 and 2, took out any chance he had to compete with Roc here.
Verdict: Tay Roc (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “I’m not a Vice Lord, my brothers are, so I eat with 12 like the Last Supper”
Synopsis: Not too much to see here as while JJDD had better lines overall (esp. when he stuck to the name flips and schemes), he shot himself in the foot biting off himself in round 2 and pretty much giving JC the 3rd. Granted, this wasn’t your best JC either, but his overall consistency–sticking with JJDD’s penchant for stealing bars while dropping some dope personals in between–clearly gave him the W.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Best line: JC – “See, you thought we liked it because we was cool with a couple of cats, but the problem with you is we always hear lines back and even ‘Bron know you can’t cover that”
Recap: JC against D Worx turns out to be a pretty one-sided affair as the latter’s multitude of subpar punches and for the most part failed attempts of humor over the course of 3 rounds makes this one a mismatch when compared to JC’s much more rigid punchlines, boastful shiners, fiery wordplay and flexing gun bars.
Verdict: JC (W) 3-0
Favorite line: JC – “So what you thought you was doing something?, lame stop, I aim pop, make your 15 minutes of fame stop and start your last breath on that same clock!”
Recap: In the famous words of Florida Evans: “Damn! Damn! Damn!” Dope battle. As much as JC came hard, hitting with disrespectful (“Besides Ms. Gracie always trying to throw me a fat bitch pussy, she just never told me it was you”) bars and mean (“Any beef, my niggas just roll up, stretch a nigga, it’s like Piublishing Clearing House, we just showed up, checking niggas”) punchlines, Charlie Clips took him to school, breaking down JC’s authenticity (“But you can’t kill a nigga and then pop lock….”), hitting on scheme after scheme, tossing in a couple of nice rebuttals, executing potent bars with superb delivery and dropping haymakers with the ease of waking up in the morning. Clips all day.
Verdict: Charlie Clips (W) 1-0
Favorite line: Charlie Clips – “My shit hit niggas and bitches, my pump co-ed!”
Recap: 100 Bulletz takes advantage of a seemingly uninspired JC, whose shortened rounds weren’t helped by plenty of lackluster punchlines during his rounds. That’s not to take anything anyway from Bulletz, who despite a few predictable finisher’s here and there, especially within a superb 2nd round, overall made potent use of his punches, stinging (“I bet they still bring you crayons at Applebee’s!”) personals and wordplay to pull off the 30.
Verdict: 100 Bulletz (W) 3-0
Favorite line: 100 Bulletz – “I said little man bars are something you gotta deal with, so no matter how far you go to battle, it’s still technically a field trip!”
Recap: Can’t front, after one round I thought JC was on his way to another bodybag here. But then Ceph Deezy really stepped it up on the bars, delivery and schemes in rounds 2 and 3 to make this a battle. However, overall JC just had more variety and nicer wordplay to edge it, but in the future don’t sleep on the kid from Indiana.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Look at this, this a death stare, Brandi behind the wheel”
Recap: Clearly confident throughout, JC backs up his mojo with a plethora of fervent schemes, lucid gun bars, some ill and braggadocios wordplay/punchlines and even a few rap tutorials to easily beat a mostly subpar Sic Vic in this 3-rounder from AHAT.
Verdict: JC (W) 3-0
Favorite line: JC – “They said homie was cold, I honestly thought he was gonna bring more at first, but you going up against a boss, you a Mexican, y’all was born to work!”
Recap: Battling against the traveling vet that is JC, credit Young Pablo for holding his own, spitting a variety of smoking (“Nino Brown with the shotgun, I’ll walk you down the street right after I jack Carter”) bars while for the most part staying away from the easy JC dance jokes. But not taking any opponent lightly regardless of their status, JC literally scoffs at Pablo’s lines with 5 minutes of winning (“He said J, I ain’t no pushover or a walk through the park, I said cool because I don’t walk through no park I’ll walk through and park”) wordplay, clever rhyme flips and mischievous punchlines to easily take this one-rounder.
Verdict: JC (W) 1-0
Favorite line: JC – “Every time I draw a line it go over head, it’s a Homer here [hair]”
Recap: That ‘True religion’ bar by Mackk Myron here was extra fire. But after him and JC split (got the punch-heavier Mackk taking the 1st, while a grittier and more consistent JC took the 2nd) the first couple of rounds, in light of a spicy and personal-bent final round by Mackk, a couple of dope rebuttals by JC in an otherwise solid final turn gives Mr. Carter the win.
Recap: GO-Rilla Warfare/URLTV matchup between Pooh and JC sees the former put on a competitive showing with a host of fiery schemes, flashes of wit and hitting punchlines/personals. However, a little too much on pedestrian side in the early rounds from Pooh and a more consistent JC, scoring mightily throughout with fierce gun bars, stinging name flips and aggressive schemes/personals gets the Pontiac, MI kid another win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Bitch, I wave arms like decent neighbors!”
Recap: First of all, I really hate this host, he’s mad unprofessional and annoying as hell. And secondly, two rounds?!? That never makes any sense as no battle should ever end in an even amount of rounds. But whatever, still a good battle nonetheless tho it’s funny watching JC use a bar like “class in session, but since this little nigga still growing, I’m a add a lesson” to a dude that’s taller than him. Still, Red spazzed in the 1st round to clearly win that round, while JC edged the second with more consistent and harder bars. Too bad they didn’t have the common sense to make ’em do a 3rd round.
Verdict: (TIE)
Best line:(TIE) JC – “Hard shit, we blaze arms in your state armed, say my name I’ll pop up, state farm” and O-Red – “Jay-Z, J. Cole, them the J’s that’s relevant, you the ‘J’ I do not rock with, Carmelo kicks”
Synopsis: JC takes the first two rounds with better (“I wasn’t even gonna take you bro’, I don’t even joke, they said it’s 4:20 I got all the weed you can blow, I said ‘bet’ [and] I don’t even smoke!”) bars over Caustic’s jokes and delivery (tho like JC said that ‘Boston’ line in round 3 was crazy mean and nice) for the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Caustic – “So what you gonna do?, hit me with the 9 next, 5 techs, talk about killing people for 5 years and ain’t nobody died yet”
Recap: Let’s start this one off by acknowledging a tremendous start what with a very solid 1st round by both JC and Yung Ill in this battle. However, while JC’s steady aggression and rich (“To know that they gonna keep losing, you ain’t gotta be half psychic, they like Shine and Guerilla Black writing, ‘cuz they talk B.I.G., but don’t rap like it!”) set-ups were nice, his want for taking on the whole St. Louis battle scene was light when compared to Ill’s more direct style points, dope basketball references and exquisite (“See, that’s what striking a nerve, ‘cuz y’all got they new nigga’s believing they us, not Autumn [all them], but Summer Fall [some will] for thinking they with us, they not seasoned enough”) wordplay. 2nd round was a dead giveaway by Ill, short with average lines that weren’t even trying to impress and JC stepped it to take full advantage with delicious punchlines and a couple of roundhouse (“Miss me with that bullshit about solidifying the spot, ‘cuz this year I’m just making sure that all you crybaby nigga’s start…dropping a tear [tier]”!) haymakers to easily even things up going into the final round. Last round is too close to call with Ill landing with overzealous jokes, gritty punchlines and hilarious (“You pop-locked, dropped and gyrated for a grown man and I ain’t gonna hype it, but it made it worse when you smiled and said…’I hope you like it!”) performance bars/dance moves to mock JC’s infamous Chris Stokes video. But with JC earnestly displaying that he came to win, it’s the kid from Michigan’s more steady wordplay and ferocious (“Nigga you are faker than every Contra gun…lame ass, and your girl go shopping, she bring both y’all shit back in the same bag!”) personals that earns the young’un a debatable against a wiry vet.
Verdict: TIE
Favorite line: JC – “That’s why these fuck nigga’s frontin’, you Will Smith, Ali, just active [action], but throwing another nigga’s punches!”
Recap: Punchlines, mayhem, fiery schemes/name flips and personals galore make JC versus AQ (aka Amazin Quality) an entertaining 3-round battle. But a more intricate, less predictable, potent and wordplay/gun bar-heavy JC does more than enough in the first two rounds to take each one in the end.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Now go ahead and start some shit, you gonna see me spark some shit and that Tommy gonna get his crib cleared out like it got Martin pissed!”
Recap: An undeniable classic, JC versus Chilla Jones served as the pinnacle of new, hungry and younger talent with a knack for substance, versatility and flexing wordplay with their bars. Starting with a superb 1st round, both battlers would display tremendous moxie with their lines with an uber-confident JC dropping a series of stinging (“I’ma tell this fag actor once: get out of line, pass or bump, I’ma react with the fastest punch, they ain’t gon’ have no choice but to turn this bitch from Smack to Snuff!”) punchlines when he wasn’t dishing some hard-hitting name flipping and prodigious mayhem. However, having already shown himself to be one of the better schemers in the game, Chilla wouldn’t disappoint, the Boston spitter spouting a gang of spitfire schemes, ripping personals and roundhouse (“You rep Pontiac on that G shit, but you don’t own a gun, liar, so I’ma give this G six for y’all thinkin’ that son fire!”) punches to edge round 1 before JC would take advantage of a couple of dry spots from his opponent and come through with a (“It’s an honor for you to meet me, I’m the next problem, run in your crib, pop your mom: I’m your step father!”) punch-heavy and while making fun of Chilla’s rap style, a mockingly sanguine turn to edge the 2nd round. Tied going into the 3rd round of a battle that already had the crowd buzzing throughout, both battlers would step it up during their final turns with a boatload of piercing darts, sizzling wordplay, more heavy-handed schemes from Chilla and stunted gun bars from JC. Yet,with an astute and (“What, you gon’ flip and spazz out? Bitch, don’t try us, there’s four niggas in each car with about six mo’ riders, we heavy armed, like Precious, extend mo’ fire!”) haymaker-drenched 3rd that was flawless in its execution (i.e., a classic), despite another pretty solid turn by (“See, this a loss you shoulda planned for, but we all know you’re good with defeat [da feet], we all seen you on the dance floor!”) Jones, it’s JC who earns the win here.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “I’m tryna get his whole strip wet, he was cruising till his ship wrecked, hit me, you gon’ get hit next, stomp him but leave him choices, Timberland or Nike? Face the tree or get chin checked?!”
Synopsis: Even a tired JC can drop enough dope bars and punchlines to beat a way-too-cocky rapper who continually goes past the time limits, uses a horrible “state” scheme.and disrespects his opponent’s skills throughout the battle. Just not hospitable.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “You need a judge, I’ll be him, somebody get this man, he don’t know what reppin’ [weapon] his state ment is till he hit the witness stand, but you will be put to the test if I see the defenses jam, there’s no witness, so you get sentenced soon as you bang that hammer, you finish yo last sentence…”
Recap: Highly entertaining battle between a forever spazzing T Dubb and an always ready for action JC goes down to the wire with Dubb edging it out. Call the end of Dubb second round a choke if you want, but JC landed enough hard bars to win that round anyway. It’s the 1st and 3rd rounds where Dubb really went in and won the battle, scoring with heavy angles on JC’s authenticity, the infamous Chris Stokes video (“Real niggas supposed to sit and believe you grip toast, when that dance you did look like you was practicing deep throat”), storytelling points and gritty (“I’ll spray and waste J [Jay] dna like a Beyonce abortion”) bars. While JC dropped some heavy (“Them arms out, but those clips extended like an olive branch”) punches, a short 1st round, some filler throughout and just not enough execution eventually did him in.
Verdict: T Dubb (W) 2-1
Favorite line: T Dubb – “Ain’t no dancers trappin, you’ll get robbed, this ain’t You Got Served nigga!”
Recap: Despite some oft-hilarious personals that included JC allegedly stealing Smack’s money in club as well Young Kannon spouting entertaining schemes/storytelling bars on his opponent’s infamous Chris Stokes video, it’s YK’s elongated rounds and hit-n-miss wordplay/punches that end up hurting in the long run, leaving a more consistent JC, who dished his own fire set of personals, Mexican jokes and fiery gun bars/punchlines throughout the battle, with a a clear round 1 vic, before edging the 3rd for the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “I extort ho’s, twist the silencer on the floor slow, and muzzle the piece, make it sound like the torch flowing in Morse code!
Recap: In a one-round battle of Battle Rappers With Acronyms For Their Names, one has to think that if G.A. had stuck with challenging JC’s authenticity, as he did in the first half of his round, he might’ve had a chance. But for some reason he switched up the personal jokes and punchlines for generic bars and a whole lotta filler that ended up making this match a blowout when faced against JC’s rigid punchlines and charming haymakers.
Verdict: JC (W) 1-0
Favorite line: JC – “I’m 3 battles in, you gonna be less than four, I got goons that move off hand signals, my man split you, you better find that exit door, you gonna see what them goons be bout when them Uzi’s out, you can catch the torch, but I only need one hand, that machine gun jam…it’s nothing to call in Tek [tech] support”
Synopsis: Considering how much work these two emcees have put in this game, this battle should’ve definitely been 3 rounds instead of one. Still, a dope match nonetheless with SnoMan spazzing on JC with so much rapid-fire bars, personals and wordplay (“JC stand for Joe Camel the way this square got boxed”) that you could forgive him for stealing that “newlyweds” bar from B. Magic. And yet, JC’s round is nothing but a barfest as lines like: “I’m killing Sno, but what’s new?, you been calling me out, I’m just not interested nerd, that’s the battle rap political term for ‘fuck you'” gets topped by “I feel like taking a whole person, blow perfect holes in ’em, leave that hoe shirtless, let the 9 bang ’em, have his spirit gone, but the mind stationed and have y’all soul searching”. JC at his best? All told it’s an artful dismantling.
Verdict: JC (W) 1-0
Favorite line: JC – “So which is Sno? kickin’ the door, gripping the four, squeeze a clip? or wait till you gone, break in ya home and leave with some shit?”
Recap: Proud to be (“See? You the type to beef then be quick to settle, Me? I’m a true white boy, I pump hard rock and I [points fist at JC’s head] bang heavy metal!”) Caucasian emcee Lix proves to be better at the punchlines than the personals, but it’s still not enough to beat JC’s stifling (“I got a whole list of bodies and you just the next one, so watch your step son or get smacked like a stepson”) wordplay, fat jokes and ferocious schemes.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Nigga, you? Out of all people, you don’t deserve half of my pencil, I watched 30 seconds of your battle and bitch, THAT was the intro!”
Recap: Dishing some witty personals throughout the match while also scoring with some fiery punchlines…including a debatable round, Lynx Montana was able to keep this battle against JC close. But the ability to spout a gang of piercing punchlines/wordplay to go along with some rapid fire schemes, stinging personals and rigid gun bars allows a slightly more versatile and bar efficient JC to edge the latter two rounds of this Scheme Street bout for the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “And y’all say my image is a hoax, nigga your image is a ghost, that’s the easiest thing to walk through!”
