Recap: “I ain’t gonna rap about your background or origin”. Iron Solomon gets behind the wheel and immediately shifts to full throttle with former Da Band member E. Ness standing in the way, dropping (“See Ness makes music that’s blunt guts trash, so when he played his two hits for Puff, Puff passed”) haymakers on his career, landing with punchlines after (“Far as gangsters, you the biggest bitch of the century, this ain’t even my verse, I’m just reading the words to his Wikipedia entry”) punchlines and flexing hard with congenial wordplay and roundhouse bars to put this one away early. And yet the irony here is that while Iron got a 3-0, Ness prevented a body by actually performing pretty solid here, what with a poised flow that helped his delivery, spitting much less filler than you usually see from him and executing bars (“I call dap and doe like it’s John McEnroe, bout to serve his ass back to the White Rapper Show”) along with (“This faggot wear glasses, so fuck the scare tactics, y’all lookin’ at the next contestant on Fear Factor, so from this point on, and here after he should be B.F.Fs with the StairMaster”) personals with the confidence of a vet. That said, judging from Solomon’s over-the-top (“Cause I guess Michael Jordan always needs someone to dunk on, and if I ain’t the Jordan of the shit, there’s no one that’s closer”) cockiness on display throughout this battle, that this matchup would serve as the gist to his own demise a couple of years at the hands of Murda (hey it was Solomon who called him out at the end there) Mook, to some, would only serve him right.
Verdict: Iron Solomon (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Iron Solomon – “I know some spitting pythons who be getting they rhyme on, way better than E. Ness, my list is six guys long, the six men who recite songs better than you is Mysonne and the top five are Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, and Dylan!”
