Recap: Well, that was quite a turnaround. Granted, he spit like twice as longer than Rum Nitty, but Craig Lamar’s 1st round was still superb, dishing lethal (“I got that fire arm and I’ll put the straps behind ya baby like I did the diaper wrong!”; “Nigga please, don’t make finger this llama like animal porn!”) punches and finessing on wordplay with repeated flair…more than enough to beat a (“You get the line, this nigga dying, you’ll see this finger wave at his baby hair like Ginuwine!”) solid, but not spectacular turn from his opponent. The momentum continued for Craig in the 2nd, more potent (“We burst slugs, bullets will be in the back of ya mind like ya first love!”) punches that were only fragmented by a couple of near slip-ups and an elongated round. However, those minor slights would be the difference as a more aggressive Rum turned it up, getting bent with steely (“This nigag trash, split ya mask, get the mag, arm in his face…[whoop!] hit the dab!”, “40 Glock, let the lemon squeeze at his neck like Corona top!”) haymakers, nice personals and fluorescent shiners in a more condensed round that evened the match up. After a heated round 2, it’d come down to who’s pen had the most stamina and the Writer’s Block would prove himself more than capable, withstanding another decent (“I grip quickly, so talk if you would [wood] like Stick Stickly!”) round from his opponent with more sterling (“9’s striking him, hit his bean with the Wesson or let one sing out the desert…White Iverson!”; “Split ya partna, but a dip for this bitch, kick, nigga hit the Ronda!”) gun bars and delicious set-ups that completed a ferocious comeback for the win.
Verdict: Rum Nitty (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Craig Lamar – “Aim sloppy, so I got to lean in with the arms like church hugs!”)
