I’m laboring but I got it , like it’s ‘88 and I’m up against the Laker greats , shimmy shakin’ with the drop swish , no fakin’ , I ain’t the microwave , I’m not sayin’ I’m Vinnie Johnson …
cuz I’m playin’ this game with my brain sprained , baby you crazy ? I’m the shadiest...I’m Isiah Thomas…..
you think you got me on lock ? you wish , you’re gettin’ picked , as I calmly set the pace , head fakin’ you for days , then stoppin’ and poppin’ , as it topples in ,
monster ferocity , impossible things ,
logical prominence to the top notch , that’s what spock is ,
and I’m unstoppable when I want to be watching wannabes wobble on the brink
Of destruction from the dominance from just one of my Olajuwon spins ,
you’re not from Houston but you got a problem as I Rocket and haha to the script
where my written’s dribblin’ in the paint dream shakin’ and creatin’ space like some fuckin’ God did ,
but don’t pray for an escape or take it to the mosque let’s kick
that hot shit honestness like Rodman did to a that photographer when he got pissed
go ahead , try a Box and One , might as well , cuz by yourself , uh uh son …..that’s not it
cuz there’s no self defense or help for the sweltering hell you’ll be wallowing in ,
when I’m Doctoring my “ J “ and hitting my shots that swish …..that don’t even fondle or skim , the goddam rim…..
BUCKETS
BACK PATTING and KISSING threads are like passing HAM SANDWICHES around over and over-wall