Recap: After a potent first round that saw him use some nice gun (“I got a bunch a niggas outside with drums, it look like I threw a parade for you nigga!”) bars and aggressive personals to edge round one, Midwest Miles dated bars and crowd pandering catches up to him–allowing Head Ice, despite a few bouts with reaches and nonsensical raps, to stay more consistent on the storytelling front, nifty (“Man, what you doing with all these miles and ain’t got no direction? that’s why you stuck in the mid ‘cuz everything west from you don’t see no progression!”) wordplay and gritty street talk to come from behind and take the latter rounds along with the win.
Verdict: Head Ice (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Head Ice – “Know your places, I run through your team with an old forty-four, Ernie Davis!”
