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Chef Trez defeats Chess

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Recap: You’d think that most objective battle rap fans would put Chess in their Top 10 for best lyricists, as even while struggling so much with his flow here, his overall palette was impeccable. Still, this battle rap and stumbles, slip-ups, chokes…well, they all matter. As they should. And lately, it’s becoming too much of a problem for Chess. And while, some could say that with Chef Trez spazzing, clearly on his A-game while spouting a potent [“…9, .44…Tyrese nigger, what more do you want from me!”) ‘3 of dem things’ in a ridiculous 2nd, I’d say that if not for Chess struggling with his flow at times in the first, he would’ve at least been able to edge the 1st round despite Trez’s opening round (“…he struggling to breathe? [hiccups] sound like I’m in his rounds when he fucking up!”) comeuppance and we would’ve had a tie going into the 3rd as overall, Chess spat slightly better (“30 shooting at homes like Steph playing in the Oracle…I like Trez tho, I know he pussy, but his aura cool [oracle]!”; “Step back or get a wet back [wetback]…immigration!”) bars and showed a little more versatility than his opponent did. Of course, there’s no excuse for Chess choking in the 3rd, a round he probably would’ve lost anyway what with his slow start and yet another (“You speak brave, you from the PJs, you got a lot of lip!”) spitfire turn from Trez. But moving forward I’d still recommend Chess work on shortening his rounds to avoid the slip-ups and let’s definitely not give K-Shine’s constant interruptions a front row seat.

Verdict: Chef Trez (W) 3-0

Favorite line: Chef Trez – “Gun butt him, leave a kid with the shitface…he the seed of Chucky!”

Chess defeats Ty Law

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Recap: Tough one-rounder between Chess and (“You let a breakdancer off you dog, it’s bad when a breaker break a nigger, it ain’t a walkie-talkie call!”) Ty Law sees both battlers come heavy with the punches throughout their rounds. Yet, despite a near choke towards the end of his turn, (“If I catch him in his whip, the weapon will clap 8, leave Law smoking in that van like the detectives in Half Baked!”) Chess survives with a more condensed and consistently nice turn that just edges his opponent’s less potent artillery.

Verdict: Chess (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess – “I don’t look like the blade type?, Y’all think I won’t cut a person?, until I grab the gem and I [Gemini] become a whole ‘nother person!”

JC defeats Chess

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Recap: Confidently smashing his way to a total dismantling, for 3 rounds JC flexes on a seriously flow-challenged, but otherwise solid Chess with a righteous palette of stifling (“Jump stupid [raises arm like a shotgun], get violent, the pump gonna sit him down in the air like you zip-lining!”) gun bars, fierce braggadocio (“Shit, these ain’t words, I know nigga’s that can make it happen now, have you act it out, [but] he survived, but now he got real struggle shit to rap about!”) lines, searing wordplay and wicked personals. For the battle-tested JC, it’s a rich combo that may finally warrant that long wanton match against Loaded Lux. For Chess, embarrassingly choking away his 3rd round after a slip-up prone 2nd, even with a highly (“To beat Chess, you gonna have to take me out of the game, Glock .40, if I take it out he gonna get flamed, I’ll have a ratchet beating on him like ‘Baby, I can explain!'”) competitive 1st, overall it’s such a bad look that it could be time to consider removing him from the starting lineup.

Verdict: JC (W) 3-0

Favorite line: JC –  “I got the shovel at the plot for you and I’m digging up dirt like I’m prosecuting, get them all in tact, ain’t no calling back, the only thing you will ever get from my history are body’s…and those are the facts [artifacts]!”

Tay Roc defeats Chess

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Recap: Old school and the new generation intertwine for a fire battle between Chess and Tay Roc on the URL/Smack stage. And here we see the two battlers give the fan’s their money’s worth starting with an aggressive Chess spitting a lyrically mammoth 1st round (i.e. classic) that shined throughout with its consistent bent for over-the-top punch (“This nigga’s pussy and he’s a frail ho, talking like he’s gonna creep up with his heater, hell no, we ain’t seen Roc put an arm on Chess [chest] since the People’s Elbow!”) acumen, grittiness and stinging wordplay, before Roc (who himself had a pretty solid 1st round) would come right back, after losing the opening round, with a sometimes witty, but brazen with the personals, (“You can’t handle that old Roc that was a teenager, I’ll put ya face in front of a MAC, that’s a screensaver!”) punchline-savvy and gun bar heavy 2nd round to beat a solid but not as potent turn by Chess and make it a draw going into the 3rd. The last round would feature yet another hard-bodied, mayhem-drenched, street endorsed, sometimes personal, braggadocios and rigid turn by both battlers. But with an equal amount of haymakers on both sides along with Roc dishing a more condensed turn with less dry spots, the edge here goes to the B-more vet.

Verdict: Tay Roc (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Tay Roc – “My block? you would never dare pass, .38 and it hold dum dums, this a special ed class, aye they ain’t tell you my style type gutter?, give you a buck 50, now you and Steams can smile like brothers!”

Ave defeats Chess

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Recap: NOME 6 matchup between Chess and Ave contains almost all the formalities needed for a standout battle: 3 close, competing rounds, a classic 1st round from Ave, relentless punchlines after punchlines, well-loaded gun bars, fiery name flips, aggressive performances and stinging personals that weren’t just limited to each other, but other battler’s as well. Chess, confident and gritty from jump with not only the aforementioned palette mixed in his raps, but also a wide load of young nigga strife and well-versed struggle bars, would make Ave work for his throughout this battle. The young God coming through with a spitfire and (“He gave Mike P the butt of the .50, so he could see how Vivica feel, well this 50 got a Best Friend, he’s singin’ with Olivia still!”) seismic 2nd round after a pretty solid effort in the 1st, that just didn’t have near enough consistency and potency to beat back a haymaker-drenched turn by his opponent. Tied going into the 3rd round, both battlers would turn up the heat, punching with dizzying efficiency, boastful barbs and spicy personals that kept the bout suspenseful. But a surprisingly more condensed Ave would prove to be better in the end, taking the round with a just-as-versatile and steadier turn that was also more lit on (“That gun play ain’t just chatter, I will clap that fucker, come out the Cave wit’ the trey [tray], I feel like Batman butler!”) haymakers.

Verdict: Ave (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Ave – “How he gon’ beat me?, ‘cuz if he disrespecting space in-between us, he gon’ see more than my punches on these stages, the meanest, I’m finna show this, if I hit him in his face they ain’t swingers, niggas soft behind the counter, he like Ace at the cleaners!”

Chess defeats Th3 Saga

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Recap: Chess versus Th3 Saga is like an hour long, but worth about every minute, especially if you appreciate not only a dope, competitive rap battle, but in this case the underlying themes of young, intellectual, urban street ethos vs. spiritual-laden Hip-Hop (sorta) elder statesman with a loaded dose of introspection to the bars. Then too, this battle stands out for presenting a rare case of having not just one, but two classic rounds in it. First, there’s Saga’s mega-lit 1st, an explosive turn that was littered with spicy faith-based punches and a load of head-ringing (“Steams, just make sure your man is good, boy my etiquette’s nice!”; “Pound Chess and throw him the deuce…Sammy Sosa!”) haymakers, making it not only a memorable turn, but unfortunately for Saga, a round so spitfire that he would have a hard time repeating as the battle proceeded.

And while, the ever-lyrical Chess came through with an opening round that contained enough (“A clip from these ratchets dumping will fuck you for life, like two girls with one cup!”) heaters to beat most opponent rounds, in this case there was just no way he’d have enough to overtake Saga’s unbridled heat. Round two saw Saga continue to bring it, tossing out real-life (“Talking about I don’t know the struggle when I was raised from it!”) shiners and fire schemes with focused abandon, but also an elongated turn that had a little more filler than his 1st. However, this wouldn’t matter in the long run as Chess would offer his own version of a classic round, actually getting better as the proceeded as proven here via a barrage of wicked (“Get dog-tagged, we’ll see who’s on top of the food chain when this man is neck-less [necklace]!”) wordplay, in-ya-face smack talk, witty barbs, steely (“Saga, why we gotta die to see heaven?”) rebuttals to his opponent’s spiritual-leaning adages and percipient dalliances on the (“Cutting squares out of the towel just to make extra washcloth’s!”) struggles within AnyHood, USA.

A highly competitive and spitfire battle going into the 3rd, while Saga again proved formidable in the final and deciding round with a solid showing of fiery (“Act up, and I’ll black and drag dog in a round like he stole from Martin!”) punchlines and potent darts, the Christian battle rapper would hurt himself a bit when he became too redundant with his themes ane too flagrant with his non sequitur’s (like comparing Chess’ rap style to Steams). On the other hand, Chess consistently stayed on point in round 3, mixing in some fire wit and personals themed around how much he didn’t want this battle, but more importantly, scoring endlessly with potent gun bars, gritty (“Fucking jerk-off, you really feeling yourself too much, you really willing to die for nothing!?!”) set-ups and more of that dope (“Nigga’s always swear they talk to me, but nobody see’s me, I’m an imaginary friend!”) wordplay to earn the win.

Verdict: Chess (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Chess – “Get all 3 of y’all, bury DNA then replace T with K, that’s what I do to a bird, man [Birdman] respek [respect] it!”

Chess defeats Jay Balla

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Recap: Exuding the confidence, swag and filthy bars for which the league is known, Chess and Jay Balla give you yet another dope battle from We Go Hard. Jay is solid throughout his one round, dishing fierce (“I’ll put this pound on Chess [chest] like I’m finished peacing my niggas!”) performance bars, lucid name flips, an on-point Chess impression and delicious (“You ain’t got no guns, this shit is about to get drastic, it’s bad here, your hat off is Summer Madness!”; “But I seen you on Facebook, Cuf daddy!…you be fighting for your bitch, huh? Lil’ Scrappy!”) personals/jokes that landed with heat. If Jay may’ve faltered any, it was only due to a little filler here and there and too many bars not directed at his opponent. On the other hand Chess was well…Chess, delivering a sweeping panoramic palette of searing (“Who you got after Jay?, Reed [J. Reid] I hope he ain’t no cop!”) wordplay, quixotic (“And this blast’s for him, 59/50 I’m the New Era, so it’s nothing for me to tag a brim!”) punchlines and gripping (“Hey, I’m here to crush every dream this fucking fella got, you wanna bet your gwap?, I’ll hurl a blade and open Jay like na uncontested shot!”) haymakers that literally had the crowd jumping. These bars from Chess? An inferno.

Verdict: Chess (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess – “It’s a massacre, have your family looking at you in a casket bra, they lined over your box like previous days in a calendar!”

Chess defeats Reed Dollaz

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Recap: After a subpar performance during his first battle on URL against John John da Don, Reed Dollaz returns to the scene with a much better showing here against Chess. Still, while Reed uses a gang of potent bars, braggadocio personals and some lucid (“Knock the gigs out’cha brain, leave the streets full of data!”; “Bullets hitting brick walls, trust me, it’ll go through, you don’t know the shooters, but nigga the shooters know you!”) gun lines to get his rep back and make this battle close (I got him edging round one thanks in part to Chess twice as long as him, thus a better bar quotient), too many outdated bars, a pedestrian 3rd round and the choice to lamely go into professional rapper mode midway in the 2nd, ends up hurting the Philly legend and thus overall, handing this battle to Chess. The latter who it should be stated once again, too often hurts himself with elongated rounds. Still, the understated wit, fierce (“Spend dollars on dollars, I’ll put a Check Up on him like a worried friend!”) wordplay, flippant (“Ghetto nigga side shot, look like I’m having trouble opening the car door!”) punches, an ill personals/performance, etc., altogether with his opponent’s shortcomings, gives the yung’un yet another pass.

Verdict: Chess (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Chess – “The old slammie, just like Reed, it got a rusty pen!”

Chess defeats Dutch Montega

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Recap: Despite struggling at times with his flow, a sleepy-eyed Dutch Montega still managed to kick some formidable rhymes before running out of gas and finally choking in the 3rd. Of course, Chess being Chess, here dispensing standout set-ups/metaphors with filthy punches throughout his 3 rounds, all with relative ease, even if Dutch had brought his A-game, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

Verdict: Chess (W) 3-0

Favorite line: Chess – “Keep blasting, jamming his can like jail music!”

Dougy defeats Chess

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Recap: A couple of We Go Hard’s brightest stars, Chess and Dougy, leave it all on the floor and put forth an epic show, both battlers using fiery (Chess: “Head tap, get one shot like you can’t do it over!”) gun lines, boastful (Dougy: “Cross both arms and box Chess, that’s a casket!”) punches, aggressive performance bars, sturdy name flips, gritty (Dougy: “You from the Bronx, right?, well if my hand cock the jawn, I’m a flatline Chess right next to the X with my signature arm, grab on him, it’s a grip in my palm, then dab on him, he get hit with the arm!”) street darts, potent (Chess: “I can lightly black on bodies, I’m two-toned!”) wordplay and even some spicy personals to make for a close and competitive showing during all 3 rounds. Still, for all the surplus in bar efficiency, mutual respect for each other’s pen and Gwitty and Steams in the crowd competing with each other for best reaction’s, it’s really not too hard to call a winner as for all of Chess’ grit and charming parlance, a confident and less flow-challenged Dougy just landed more haymakers in the 1st and 2nd rounds to seal the win, before Chess salvaged the 3rd with a much stronger turn there.

Verdict: Dougy (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Dougy – “Two different demeanor’s, you thinking about homework, I’m thinking about some new work…A Boogie daydreaming in the cleaners!”

Chess defeats Rum Nitty

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Recap: Chess pulls off an impressive road win, squaring up on this West-coast URL Traffic card against a very solid and punch-centric Rum Nitty, with an aggressive and noteworthy performance that was littered with clandestine wordplay (‘think about it’), potent punchlines, righteous (“That trey-fine, in L.A., like I’m holding Blake Griffin!”) gun bars and ferocious set-ups. It’s enough to take rounds 1 and 3, the yung’un only getting edged in the 2nd round (despite a handful of haymakers)  due to a slow start and a more consistent and fiery (“I look at you and still see food…Jameis Winston!”) Rum.

Verdict: Chess (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Chess – “The head shot was unreal like a fake I.D.!”

Chess defeats Brooklyn Carter

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Recap: Bar snobs will delight in this one as Chess and Brooklyn Carter go toe-to-toe for 3 rounds with a wide load of gripping punchlines, rich wordplay and steady performance bars. Both brought plenty of heat with Chess winning the crowd over and over with fiery lines like “Split this guy in parts, use body parts for souvenirs” and “You hype now?, Mario game, pipe down!” Still, the always animated Carter held his own, relishing in urban (“I do bids, think grandma going to bed, how I remove wig”) theatrics  while making his comeuppance (“What you know about your moms asking what you want to eat nigga…and never coming back from the store!?’) readily known throughout the battle. Close and competitive battle throughout with little personals, the difference came down to Chess being more condensed and consistent with his bars while Carter took too long with some of his set-ups/angles, especially in rounds 1 and 2.

Verdict: Chess (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Chess – “Silly rabbit, I go stupid hare [here]’

DNA defeats Chess

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Recap: First, no slip-ups on Chess during his round one considering the kid only stopped because he was sick and all. Secondly, dope battle. Chess did his thing on the big stage, landing plenty of wicked jabs, punchlines and rich (“Put the guns up. I got several, I palm metal, the .9 get you, let two bust [bus] in the same spot, that’s MTA behind schedule”) bars on DNA the PG Killer with utter confidence throughout. Still, for all of Chess’ comeuppance, during the first couple of rounds DNA did him one better, edging both rounds with dope performance (“I’mma use the right hand on Chess, that’s the pledge of allegiance”) bars, witty (“You couldn’t beat Top rhyming, so why y’all souping him up?!”) personals, strong (“I’ll knock a ‘G’ down for acting G’d up, I love Gucci!”) wordplay and a couple of slick (“My gun got a mind of its own, it be letting off 8 rounds, some retarded shit, I’m calling it A-Town!”) haymakers. And thank goodness too because Chess’ 3rd round was a straight-up classic, (“Double barrel to his face, look like he was using binoculars!”) haymaker after (“You from the school of hard knocks?, I’m from the college of kicking doors down!”) haymaker combined with a superb performance/delivery and exquisite wordplay that served as yet another reminder of just how talented this kid is. Nice tutorial session from DNA in the 3rd (with a cameo appearance from the infamous Professor Shine), but after taking it on the chin during Chess’ 3rd, DNA should be glad he outscored his opponent often enough in the early rounds and was able to get outta there with a win–respect the youth indeed.

Verdict: DNA (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Chess – “Open-mic, poets night, I like to snap, keep the ratchet under the bed like wifey back!’

Chess defeats Billy Bars

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Recap: In what one could guess is one of the lamest angles ever attempted in battle rap history, Billy Bars decided that it would be ‘bright’ to build his round around Chess’ moniker with literal (“…and we’re running late to the next class”) schoolyard rhymes that were elementary at best, that he somehow thought were hype and had to leave your head shaking on how he got this battle in the first place. And yeah, he used ‘Leave it to Beaver’ in a bar…ummm yeah, this was just bad. Or better yet, only watch it for Chess’ steely (“My machete turns 6-feet nigga’s to 4’4″!”) urban dynamics–thank goodness he went first.

Verdict: Chess (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess – “I’m a send your silly ass down Gwitty path…Paper trail!”

Chess and Gwitty [DEBATABLE]

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Recap: Judging from the brimming tension throughout and the boatload of material dropped, it seems like Chess and Gwitty had a lot on their mind before they battled here on WeGoHard. That makes for a competitive battle with a load of stinging personals, heated wordplay, showmanship, gritty street lines. nice (Gwitty: “Punches lumping up Chess….breast cancer!”) set-uos and of course, rich gun lines that at the very least, kept you entertained. Still, in the deciding 3rd round, what with Gwitty delivering consistent fire with anecdotal verbal theatrics and Chess coming just as uncouth, but scoring with real-talk urban drama, best to call this one even with a rematch being a possible necessity.

Verdict: TIE

Favorite line: Chess – “Dickhead, since when the fuck did the streets have a age limit?…since when did I need an ID to get a gauge lifted?!”

T Top defeats Chess

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Recap: T Top’s rich and potent trap (“I hit my plug like ‘yeerrppp’ we need more bails, but he nervous he only meet me in a cheap hotel”) talk proves to be too much for a spirited, but inconsistent Chess in this UFF semifinal matchup. No doubt Chess had his (“This nigga tried to walk the walk, I made him limp off”) moments along the way, but with candid storytelling bars, a more consistent flow, dope performance bars and winning name flips, T Top took this one easy to advance to the finals.

Verdict: T Top (W) 2-1

Favorite line: T Top – “I turn this chest [Chess] inside out like Will jacket”

Chess defeats Prep

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Recap: Shocking slip-ups by Prep along with a wicked array of slick performance bars and schemes by Chess gives the confident young’un a quality win in this first round UFF matchup.

Verdict: Chess (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Chess – “My niggas speak lead, they thought of a pistol,your niggas speak lead they thought of a pencil, you going up? Good! Well your jaw [points up] going with you [and] I keep bringing it up like I’m forcing the issue!”

Saint Mic defeats Chess

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Recap: Besides Chess managing to edge the second round with some fiery punchlines and sizzling (“Nigga, we ain’t really friends like that, he said Chess ‘we ain’t cool no mo…nigga, it been like that!”; “Have him leaning over the shot like he ain’t bent like that!”) haymakers, this one is pretty much all about a consistently nice Saint Mic who uses gut-drenching wordplay, pointed schemes and potent (“The only thing on the front page of the paper view’s is you trying to save your shoes while getting your ankle bruised…what’s that? Breaking News!”) punches of his own to take the 1st and 3rd, the win and I’m sure a ‘good job’ from the legendary Kid Capri.

Verdict: Saint Mic (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Saint Mic – “I’m gonna put Chess to sleep at a record speed, and whoever roll with ‘bru, can get folded up, Cakes down, chest to knees, better 3rd arm, nigga my shirt don’t come with no extra sleeve!”

Aks defeats Chess

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Recap: I don’t know if Chess has got a bulls-eye on his back since his PG battle, but he may have to be on the lookout as it seems like dudes is really stepping up their bar game when facing him. Indeed, while Chess was more focused and nicer here (as opposed to his Dre Dennis battle), for a one-rounder, his came kinda short with the writtens and Aks took full advantage, with an elongated round dipped in grown man (“All your punches is forced, it’s like somebody made you fight, nobody can see me behind bars, It’s like I’m locked with no visitation rights”) bars, Cakes-iced personals and some nice wordplay throughout to edge this one.

Verdict: Aks (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Aks – “So F U and your ego….y’all don’t think that’s fire? Well F U and EGO is fuego and that’s FIRE!”

Dre Dennis defeats Chess

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Recap: Sometimes when you set the bar so high, a less than stellar performance can be seen as taking your art for granted, which in turn can provide an opponent with a window to win. Such is the case here as Chess, tho he certainly had his moments of executing some hot bars, fails to perform as consistently nice as you’re used to. Too bad as he gets schooled by a literal brickhouse in Dre Dennis, who spazzes on the little guy with enough elite schemes, haymakers, punchlines and self-deprecating (“I ain’t got one, so I know you ain’t coming for my neck nigga!”) rhymes to make your mouth water. Perhaps a hard ‘L’ to digest, but a good student will learn from this one.

Verdict: Dre Dennis (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess – “Chess, what’s your next move? I’ll tie his fat ass up and watch him starve in front of fresh food”

Chess defeats D.O.T.

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Synopsis: Nice battle (tho someone’s gotta tell heads who wanna talk during a battle to go elsewhere) esp. for a PG matchup. Both D.O.T. and Chess had energy, similar styles, ill schemes, great wordplay and performance galore. Close throughout, but when you dissect the battle a little bit it clearly came down to who had more sensibility (Sorry Dot, but the Olympic logo has 5 rings, not 4. And “Gabby Davis”?!? Lupus being a “hair” disease?!? Really?!?) with his bars as well as who dropped more haymakers–that’s Chess on both counts.

Verdict: Chess (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Chess – “Pop your melon while you sleep, you’ll be yelling, that means I blew dreams out his dome for getting loud, but that’s regular, that’s dot, dot, dot, etcetera, etcetera . . .”

Chess defeats Cakes

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Recap: Too much talking in the back (like Tsu Surf mentioned, why heads come to a rap battle to talk is beyond me), but still a good-ass battle nonetheless between Cakes and Chess. Thought Cakes brought slightly more angles, styling on all the hype concerning Chess’ youth (the scheme about Steams always yelling out “He 16!” was hilarious) and I liked how he repped his hood with that “You on a winning streak? Nigga you gonna be under the L like you passed through Sutter” quip. But for all his hot bars and wordplay Cakes needs to work on his performance (unlike Ah Di Boom, he lacks that big man swag) and stage presence as too often he gets distracted by the crowd and has a bad habit of talking/gesturing during his opponent’s rounds. Still, Chess’ round was just a total barfest, impressing with delicious schemes, fierce (“You not Chess, so it’s hard for you to kill niggas that don’t cut it, out to cook, that’s my barber’s que [barbeque] to grill niggas”) wordplay and loaded haymakers all the while staying away from too easy fat jokes. Chess got this one.

Verdict: Chess (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess – “Don’t grip the nine, take his life with a knife, split his mind and leave head on both sides…..69”

Chess defeats Big Trap

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Recap: Who ate more? The decision here is Chess with a more consistent flow, better wordplay, dope performance (“…cuz’ to win y’all get bodied together, y’all Siamese for real!”) bars, nice personals and a couple of haymakers thrown in just in case you’re having a hard time subtracting the difference. Still a good one-rounder tho between the kid and Big Trap.

Verdict: Chess (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess -“Think Deebo, he act hard, but we all know he Tiny in real life”

Chess defeats Reepah Rell

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Recap: Oversaturated with too many standard name flips/young’un lines as well as listless bars, while (“Your name Chess, you should know tonight, move with L’s!”) lit at times, overall Reepah Rell just can’t keep up with Chess’ more bountiful barrage of aggressive urban hijinks, a potent body scheme and cogent (“Hold the phone, I’ll let it ring even if it’s uncalled for!”) wordplay in this one-rounder from Colosseum Battle League.

Verdict: Chess (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess – “He think he a G, ummm he getting chewed…WinterFresh!”

Chess defeats K.O.

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Recap: In this vets vs. rooks battle from WeGoHard, Chess and K.O. unload what’s left of their emtire battle rap notebook’s for what turns to be a solid, but a bit of an underwhelming battle. Don’t get it twisted, an aggressive K.O. dished some (esp. in the 1st round) quite a few (“It’s gonna remind Chess of Jumanji, the way those pieces unravel!”; “I’ll umbrella open his top like a frank stand!”) haymakers throughout, all the while using steely gun lines and some nice flips to edge round one. But for K.O., as his penchant for landing roundhouse punches on his opponent lessened, as the match went on, his rampant usage of filler increased that wasn’t helped by elongated rounds that we’re ironically used to seeing from Chess. All that combined gave an opening to the rapid, punch steady Chess, who even while not at his best when it came to spitfire bars and with his standard pedigree of going way over time limits, still spouted enough verbal (“What’s in store?, is you getting [makes like throwing a punch at K.O.] caught on cam…surveillance tape!”) hijinks, performance-rich heaters and consistency to his raps to edge the latter two rounds and pull out a close win.

Verdict: Chess (W) 2-1

Favorite line: Chess – “I named this [makes left hand like gun] monkey one, this [makes right hand like gun] monkey two, the right shoot, the left shoot, monkey see, monkey do!”

Chess defeats J-Krooger

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Recap: Can’t complain here, both Chess and J-Krooger did their thing, unfortunate that someone in the crowd tried to ruin the event. Still, Chess edges this 1-rounder with more clever wordplay and direct punches that more than made their mark.

Verdict: Chess (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess – “And if I do lose tonight your top flying, nigga I’m taking either side, I’m not biased”

Young Kriss defeats Chess

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Recap: I’d love to call this one for Chess as he certainly outnumbered Young Criss on haymakers, wordplay and performance, but those stumbles combined with a pretty dope and almost flawless performance from (“You say you do dirt? How much can you do when you under some?”) Young Criss hurt him overall. Regardless, for being only 16, Chess is way too nice…so check his ID anyway.

Verdict: Young Kriss (W) 1-0

Favorite line: Chess – “Y’all think this nigga got drive?, well if he staring down tell him not to bring his car clothes [close] to me, cuz’ I’m shooting at tire it’ll wear him out”

Chess defeats Rock Boy Rone

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Recap: How lethal is this one round bodybag? You could turn off the sound and peep the reactions from the crowd alone just to tell who won. Still, Chess’ incredible wordplay, backward alphabet scheme and fierce name flips against a clearly over-matched Rock Boy Rone are worth a looksie.

Verdict: Chess –

Favorite line: Chess – “I’ll put two on the side of your top like a square root!”