Recap: As much as his name was mentioned in this battle, I’m guessing that Loaded Lux would smile at this one. Then too, in front of a mostly subdued crowd, B. Dot versus JC was just a fire matchup, competitive throughout with a boatload of hardbody punchlines, steely personals, style breakdowns that Murder Mook would certainly wink at, flippant gun bars as well as a host of gritty wordplay and haymakers. In other words, you couldn’t ask for much more. Despite rapping longer than his opponent in pretty much every round, a swift-kicking B. Dot gets the edge in round one, fiendishly (“I can’t believe this clown and all the shit y’all let him get away with, we all know he don’t spray clips, that’s why he emphasizes every line, every line, and y’all pay him for the overcompensation!”) exposing JC’s rap pedigree with a series of dope schemes/personals, while also dishing some rich performance bars and stinging punches to beat back a pretty solid, but a bit filler-prone and mostly thematically atypical with the gun semantics/punches turn from JC. The 2nd round saw B. Dot continue to leave aside his usual m.o. of cerebral, militant, thought-provoking raps for rapidly hitting personals that with an aggressive performance and some fine (“I mean the dancer, the rapper, the clapper, I’m knowing they all mesh, look I get you, it fits you, these personalities you switch to, its residential, they all fit inside your Napoleon complex!”) wordplay, for the most landed. But JC wasn’t having it, coming back with his own set of well-crafted (“Bitch stop the switchin’, llama’s spitting at this walking contradiction, big guns, Super C on Nintendo, that’s actual Contra-diction!”) personals mixed in with wild (“I catch bodies, I’m from the Glove, the proof is in the fingerprints!”) braggadocio lines and potent punches that all led to a more condensed and versatile turn to edge the round and make it 1-1 going into the 3rd. The last round was spitfire on both sides with B. Dot getting busy (and back to basics) with sterling life/rap (“I mean Smack, you just another train that he can board, said he wasn’t believable, that’s when he found a new Vice and start banging to the core, well of course, I’m not surprised, here go another God named JC claiming that he Lord!”) tutorials on awareness mixed in with more breaking down of his opponent’s raps via fire angles and set-ups. But JC wasn’t having any of the frenetic class sessions, delivering a confident and pragmatic (“The problem is the fact that we need to unify comes after the red raggin’, not saying it’s not a place at all, but it’s contradictory, Ref, you gotta drop that flag before you make the call!”) turn on B. Dot’s alleged hypocrisy in his raps with a boatload of consistently steely personals and feelgood schemes. All enough to match B. Dot’s potency in the deciding round and make this one a draw.
Verdict: TIE
Favorite line: JC – “This that same nigga who mirrored the image of Loaded Lux, then thought that it would help him skip the ropes, didn’t get that feature he wanted, realized Lux (luck’s) not on his side, then that mirror broke!”
