Recap. Rare is the battle that’s decided by who was worse, but that’s the case here as both Prophit and Millennium L’s prove the old adage of ‘saying a lot, but not talking nothing’ can certainly be true. Whether it’s Millennium L’s lame (“44’s in hand, I’m a serial killer nigga I’m coming for the gold and grams”) rhymes and weak jokes or Prophit’s lukewarm (“And I ain’t come here to start with you, but you need to save that grilling shit for a barbeque”; “See I spit swell, so sick I never get well”) bars, it’s a wonder neither of these guys ever battled again on Smack. And while Prophit’s usage of ‘N’ word is what this battle will be remembered for, save for round 1 Millenium L’s wordplay and bar quotient was so underwhelming that Prophit’s ability to spout a couple of nice bars and make it through his latter rounds without choking got him the win.
Verdict: Prophit (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Millenium L’s – “In my hood they drive by [pow!] ‘move hater!’, in hi shood it’s like [phhheeeww] ‘Honey it’s the newspaper'”
