No Bias. No Narratives.
Synopsis: Too easy to say that Timebomb was that bad here (there’s been plenty, including top tier dudes, who put on worse shows) as JC was just that good. With an exquisite (albeit cocky) flow, bars on top of bars and consistent aggression, this battle proved early on that JC is a star in the making.
Verdict: JC (W) 3-0
Best line: JC – “We done with beef you not moving, them arms strapped like straight-jackets, Ray Allen, how we come off that block shooting”
Recap: A fairly competitive battle gets thrown off kilter via a wack move by Calicoe who cuts Luciano Crakk’s 3rd round short because he may or may’ve not been on his way to pulling an Earl. Forget the fact that entertng the 3rd round the kid was hanging in there with JC or that he might’ve been able to freestyle or do something to survive from choking, Calicoe, who was clearly rooting for his hometown brethren JC to win the battle, didn’t give Luciano a long enough chance to quit on the round or pull himself together. Not JC’s fault tho, and he still would’ve got the victory anyway.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “We could visit the same doctor don’t make you sick as me nigga, with that DiGiorno ass swag that ain’t delivery nigga”
Recap: Like they say, there’s different levels to this shit. And with a moniker like Poopie Doo, one couldn’t have expected much more than what they got: loud and aggressive B-level mayhem, an entire round dedicated to a so-so NBA scheme, average personals and resident ‘JC’ name flips that somehow included Mr. Doo rapping to Nas’ “Ether” diss song halfway during his turn. But at least JC managed to stay professional throughout all this weirdness (which included a very serious throughout Doo taking his shirt off and stalking the stage while JC rapped his 3rd round), administering a nice dish of potent wordplay/gun bars, spicy punchlines and witty name flips/personals to easily walk out with a 30.
Verdict: JC (W) 3-0
Favorite line: JC – “Worried about y’all nigger’s?, please, I ain’t stressed, I’m the King muthafuckah…Delonte West!”
Recap: It’s a lay-up for JC as his two rounds of fiery braggadocio lines, stinging punchlines/personals and all-out mayhem way out-do Young Zell’s rapidly pedestrian bars.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-0
Favorite line: JC – “I hold that Heat better than ‘Bron wearing over mitts!”
Recap: Mackk Myron definitely has some (“Myron, any nigga that think he could beat him, get the steel in his face like a botox needle”) bars and thus might’ve made JC perspire a little bit, but overall JC proved to be too lyrical and cold with the schemes to be touched here.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “You set yourself up, worse than that Tiger Woods voicemail”
