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Murda Mook defeats Loaded Lux (1st Battle)

Recap: Harlem legends Murda Mook and Loaded Lux go at it for 8 epic rounds in one of the truly most influential battles of all-time. A mostly competitive bout, a testament to lyrical endurance (Mook: “I spit till my body ache!”) and a sign of a times what with Mook cutting off Lux a couple of times the second Loaded took too long to start another verse, the battle was also highlighted by plenty of stunting, flossing, nifty personals and piercing (Loaded Lux: “And that shit you got weak, what you trying to save grams?, he couldn’t tell that shit a rock to a caveman!”) punchlines throughout. Lux’s more potent punches and wordplay easily gets him round 1, before a more condensed and consistent Mook edges a 2nd round that was equal on haymakers. Rounds 3 and 4 also went to Mook what with Lux’s rampant punches dipping a bit on efficiency while also becoming more and more filler-prone. On the other hand during the two rounds, Mook turned it up on execution, while also displaying a bit more versatility to his raps. The ever boastful Mook went extra hard with the (“I got a disease, I can’t let go of the steel .9, I’m so thirsty for a murder, trying to kill time!”) bluster in round 5, while Lux (who had some moments) still struggled to get his groove back. A more condensed and suddenly lit again with the punchlines (“I don’t know how he chill, this nigga pockets is like pre-paid phones, that nigga ain’t got a bill!”) Loaded edged round 6 even tho Mook had a strong round as well. Lux then came back with another dope turn in the 7th round, stepping up his wordplay and dishing out some robust heat. And with Mook up 4 rounds to 3 going into the 8th and final round, it’s Murda who gets the vic and avoids a tie with a turn that was littered with moxie and more stinging (“I leave a nigga jail bed stiff, and bury him with his weight bench so he really can dead lift!”) haymakers than his opponent.

Verdict: Murda Mook (W) 5-3

Favorite line: Murda Mook – “Ease up, or feel more heat than twenty perms, half your hammers don’t exist like Missy curves!”