Recap: Dope Born Legacy NW matchup between Saint Mic and Dre Vishiss sees the latter keep it close and competitive with a variety of spicy punchlines, well-lit mayhem, fiery gang talk and hitting name flips/struggle bars. Yet, while he did get edged in the second round, with a consistent display of potent/intricate wordplay throughout the battle to go along with some witty personals, banging braggadocios darts and fierce setups/punches, it’s the slightly more haymaker-lit Saint Mic who takes rounds 1 and 3 for the win.
Verdict: Saint Mic (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “Bitch, I’ve had Bud in the crib since a kid…I’m Rudy Huxtable!”
Recap: A mostly mediocre punch-fest throughout with only a few haymakers from each battler here and there, after a flow-challenged Saint Mic lost the 1st round, he manages to dish just enough solid wordplay mixed in with some nifty punchlines and piercing personals to edge the latter two rounds (even with a near choke in the 3rd) and gain a win over MT$.
Verdict: Saint Mic (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “Your name will not get any clout, I should knock this nigga out, ask me why [Why?] ‘cuz it’s obvious he ain’t good at making conscious decisions!”
Recap: Cortez’s underrated wordplay versus Saint Mic’s boatload of stinging punchlines makes for a solid matchup on RBE. Competitive throughout, but for a huge disarray of angles and less potent punches by Mic in the 1st round, it’s not only Cort’s ability to construct his bars better in the opening and middle rounds (before a debatable 3rd, that was due in part to an elongated turn by Cort as well as Saint Mic displaying some ardent wit) that gets him the win here, but also a versatile palette of fiery name flips, sizzling set-ups to his punches, jocular shiners, fervent pontifications and flexing gun bars.
Verdict: Cortez (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Cortez – “I’ll beat Saint Christ-like, I’m the face of sin, a Hellraiser, they all scared to face the pen!”
Recap: To be fair, I don’t think that Saint Mic’s flow is as slow and robotic as Stuey Newton would have you think it is. But other than the so-so impressions, Newton’s gambit on a lot of visceral guns bars, witty personals, righteous punchlines all coupled with a more condensed plus freestyle and rebuttal-lit 2nd round not only pays off, but more importantly gets him the win after a slow start from Saint Mic contributed to him losing the 1st round, before a dope and punch-heavy, but elongated turn in the 2nd helped the Nebraska battler lose the match. A pretty solid turn by both battlers in the 3rd round was equally potent enough to call a draw.
Verdict: Stuey Newton (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Stuey Newton – “You pop where?, I’ll sock him square in the eye, leave him sleep standing up…like a heroin high!”
Recap: Utilizing frenzied name flips, rigid O.G. themes, fierce punchlines and some random wit, for two rounds Danny Myers goes ham with it enough to beat back a (the ‘Clayton Bigsby line in round 2 was fire!) strong, but not quite as sturdy Saint Mic. A pretty even 3rd round was only separated by Saint Mic struggling with his a flow a bit, thus handing Danny the 30.
Verdict: Danny Myers (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Danny Myers – “I know this bitch ain’t fighting, but I still keep the rubber on the handle so the grip stay tight, face shot at close range, his momma don’t call him by his rap name, but she gonna say ‘This ain’t Mic!'”
Recap: Two crazy pen’s go at it on the WeGoHard stage and besides a disjointed 2nd round by Showff and too many slip-ups from Saint Mic in the deciding 3rd round, it still made for a close and fiery battle throughout. Round one is edged to Showoff, as despite his opponent having arguably the best line of the round (and perhaps battle), Show’s consistently potent (“Open my closet, a dead body is the only one a nigga found, but it’s a million dollars when I want a nigga now, ‘cuz I’ll leave a body with 6 0’s, I’ll be the 1, 2, calm a nigga down!”) bars, designed to boast his Brooklyn scorecard, set back a very hard and well-crafted turn from Mic who didn’t really heat up till the middle of his round. Second round saw Saint Mic come back to even things out with an intense and loaded (“Yeah, we rapping, Show, but I really came in the box on the low….I’m a date raper!”; “I cruised up, with them ‘matics, blued up, I’m Democratic!”) barfest that was littered with lofty wordplay and swanky gun bars. Going into the 3rd tied with each battler ready to take it, it was anyone’s guess who’d win. But it’s Showoff, after a bit of a slow start, who gets his hand raised in the end, overcoming a superb adn wide-ranged (“You cool on RBE, but to URL you still RPG!”) but gaffe-prone round by Mic to edge the final round with a better flow, steely, (“Midday, that .12 will lift him in the air…that’s how I knew him!”) animated gun lines and rapid heat laced with each dart.
Verdict: Showoff (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “You gay, bring a whole new meaning to keeping hammer’s on ya hip, the irony, we all seen Belly and I’m the Obama nigga, yet you the one out here with all the banana on ya lip!”
Recap: After splitting (Mic took the 1st while Ward got the 2nd) two rambunctious, lyrically heated and competitive rounds littered with plenty of dope punchlines, righteous schemes/boasts, fiery theological pontifications and piercing name flips, A. Ward and Saint Mic are left to settle things in a 3rd round that while punch-heavy on both sides, is won by a more condensed Mic’s more finessed wordplay and banging personals.
Verdict: Saint Mic (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “Look at his face, he gonna try and say he isn’t bothered, but he is, he starting to see the difference between his Creator and [slaps himself on the chest] his father!”
Recap: Vigorous and bar-heavy match between (“You love to saying JC my ghostwriter, cool, I expect the hate, if that’s the case, the hand of Christ moving my pen, it’s Revelation!”; “I been disrespected, y’all give me cats that ain’t half as nice, yelling ‘grown man bars’ when only a child thinks felonies are bragging rights”) Detroit’s Anubis and (“I’m just here to prove that you can’t stand the pressure, like when your ankle twist”; “I been bucking, I’ll beat a bitch ass like I’m fist-fucking!”) Nebraska’s Saint Mic stays close until the 3rd round where Anubis falls victim to a couple of slip-ups, while Mic stays consistent with an aggressive flow that was backed up nicely by gritty schemes, feisty (“Food for thought, put him to sleep. give him nigger-itis!”) punchlines and potent personals to take the win.
Verdict: Saint Mic (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “I bury shit, i’m an asshole to cats!”
Recap: Besides Chess managing to edge the second round with some fiery punchlines and sizzling (“Nigga, we ain’t really friends like that, he said Chess ‘we ain’t cool no mo…nigga, it been like that!”; “Have him leaning over the shot like he ain’t bent like that!”) haymakers, this one is pretty much all about a consistently nice Saint Mic who uses gut-drenching wordplay, pointed schemes and potent (“The only thing on the front page of the paper view’s is you trying to save your shoes while getting your ankle bruised…what’s that? Breaking News!”) punches of his own to take the 1st and 3rd, the win and I’m sure a ‘good job’ from the legendary Kid Capri.
Verdict: Saint Mic (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “I’m gonna put Chess to sleep at a record speed, and whoever roll with ‘bru, can get folded up, Cakes down, chest to knees, better 3rd arm, nigga my shirt don’t come with no extra sleeve!”
Synopsis: Dope battle and who knew they battle rapping out in Nebraska? Still, Young X got this with a slew of haymakers in rounds 1 (“When it’s war you be on that ‘Yo dog, let me out'”) and 2 (“You stupid as fuck if you think I ain’t spraying, I’m about as hungry as those kids on commercials with Amazing Grace plans”) along with performance bars, mean schemes and tremendous wordplay. Saint Mic came with it in round 3, but by then it was too late.
Verdict: Young X (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “Nigga, you are Charlie Murphy, straight darkness!”
Recap: What with there being so many filthy acronym’s available to spit against a battle rapper who name’s himself ‘LB’, you just had to know that the guy probably doesn’t take the sport too seriously. And with Saint Mic wrapping circles around his no substance and slip-up prone opponent with thematic wordplay and fiery/speedy punchlines, to suggest that LB consider some other hobby to fill his down time wouldn’t be far-fetched.
Verdict: Saint Mic (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Saint Mic – “I heard you got got dragged down 72nd street last week, came in here acting as a crack fiend, left as a drag queen!”
