Nothing's new under the sun; it's just new to you.
That's for all you "innovators" out there who reinvent the wheel every 24 hours.
I'm reporting live from Throggs Neck Houses, where niggas on the Dewey side shoot like Kobe. I've only made a couple guest appearances the past few months. It's bad enough that my young Puerto Rock nigga from the bodega (anyone who's ever been to Throggs Neck knows there's only one bodega close to the projects) always thinks I've been locked up since the last time he's seen me. I always tell him I live in Jerz, but he always gives me the "sure, dude" stare and head nod. It always cracks me up cuz it reminds me of how Jerry Seinfeld on his show would look at and respond to MF feeding him BS, the head nodding, verbal agreement but obvious FOH demeanor. But, when I think about it, I prolly remind him of too many other hood niggas in his eyes. He only sees what the eyes can: me having plenty of money and never using my baby mom's EBT/Family First card, the A-1 hood attire, and the glossy low eyes requesting more Dutch Masters. Boy, if he woulda known me in '06...
My baby cousin in Kindergarten just reminded me that I'm fat. Gotta love that good old NYC Public schooling.
I feel that there should be a federal mandate that the recipient of any social media cyber bullying should have the option of throwing the hands, five minutes in an empty, locked room, no tap out with their oppressors. Of course, this will never happen thanks to Amendment I. Don't get it twisted; I stand firmly on the 1st, but never when it comes to taking cowardly shots. You don't like? Cool. But to let your fingers do the talking past your candid opinion into all out disrespect should give the oppressed the 300 second opportunity to whoop your monkey ass, or at the least phlegm hock from deep within a swimmer's common cold invaded lungs and spit dead in your face. You pussy ass niggas. Fuck you and your mothers.
I'm looking around in these Bergen County Englewood streets and it's looking like @crewunB is holding it down. I mean, can you blame the people for loving our style? Haters gotta be mad how we flipped the old school, NWA inspired windbreakers into the Crew Era repertoire. And we're throwing the limited edition Unbearables Classic logo New Era snap backs at you? All you need is a pair of locs and Jheri curl to take it back to '89. We're also cutting deals on some of our older merchandise. Check out the rest of our web site and show your love. Also, we still specialize in a la carte design. Get at us. You're already onwww.theunbearablescrew.com, but check us out on IG, same name as the site minus the www and the dot com. We're on Twitter @crewunB. Our CEO is @TheMisterCeizzo. I'm @tymonday. Short time.
Send any personal hate/love mail or business inquires to firstname.lastname@example.org. Pick up my classic first book 100 Blocks Stories at www.amazon.com or my second book (cowritten), a children's book, I Got It!, whenever you see me in these streets. 100 Blocks Stories 2...COMING THIS SUMMER. Peace y'all, unless we don't rock witcha. But we appreciate your hate. It equals plus one when you tune in.