Recap: From RBE, against the competitive, charismatic, flow-switching, brash and graphic/gritty set-up/punchline stylings of Remedy Loko, a steadyhitting Ill Will goes for broke. The Michigan battle vet hitting on cylinders when it came to fiery gun bars, stinging name flips, a trio of solid rebuttals in each round, seismic punches, righteous darts and witty barbs in a more haymaker-lit and condensed fashion to take each round and earn the 30.
Verdict: Ill Will (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Ill Will – “This real truth, if you my man, that’s what it is I don’t be playing that shit, if a nigga said something about me, don’t come tell me, tell me how he got fucked up for saying that shit!”
