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!”
