Recap: Sizzling Proving Grounds battle between Bedaffi Green and Profecy comes down to the 3rd round after Green handily takes the first with killer, aggressive (“Put him down, I won’t blast or steal, this bitch will drop from the Roc, get it? that’s Amil!”; “For any wrong reason, I’m palm-reading, meaning I’m gonna see Profecy [prophecy] in the hands!”; “It’s sick one’s ’round here, these peoples seek terror, this West coast nigga ain’t come strapped up? that’s that Eazy-E era!”) gun bars that landed with ease. While Profecy edged the 2nd stepping up after a (“You get a bright idea, I’m putting tips to ya head, and ya frame on top of the casket, that’s for any body who can’t picture him dead!”) crazy at times, but somewhat slow start with rambunctious (“This stage is my house, you better choose ya words wisely, or I’ll go get the ratchet from out the room, I’m Ron Isley!”; “I hope you got yaself a gun, nah that was Ns tho, what I rep gp hard, we’ll bury Green by the mil like Pablo, that’s an Esco bar!”) haymakers that overstepped another very (“When it’s time to rhyme it’s homicide, I’m getting all these niggas clipped on cam…we shooting Amistad!”) solid round from Green. Left to the last round things, it’s Profecy who does a better job at staying on point, dropping melodramatic (“I’ll turn Bedaffi Green into Profecy, that’s a dred head into a red head and he gonna have as many dots as me!”) shiners and excellent wordplay to top another fiery, but filler-prone turn by Mr. Green.
Verdict: Profecy (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Profecy – “See every bar over the top, but I rhyme slow so it sound basic…you just hating and I’m Haiti 2010, that’s groundbreaking!”
