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!”
