On the hustle of tolerance, I feel compelled to declare that 2006 marks the end of it for Me. I no longer will tolerate anyone who steps to Me under the notion that they can verbially dress me down in any type of way and believe that I’ll roll with it. You know who you are. Nine times out of ten you are a loose weak tie of proximity who has gotten more than a bit too familiar in your position which has caused your spine to groove straight when you address Me.

There is no doubt in my mind that these familiars sport this confidence due to the fact that I’ve lived under the impression that in order for Black to stay outside the box, you have to tighten up and play the game. TRUTH? I probably shouldn’t wear Black on my sleeve, but on the strength of it, Black is always going to be Black, and I no longer can roll with the ignorance.

Proximity breeds confidence for the familiars and no matter whether or not Black is smarter, faster, and tighter, the ignorance always rings TRUTH like a twelfth round bell. Nothing on this earth is more satisfying than gut-checking the familiars on a whole other format that they didn’t see coming. TRUTH? All familiars should Guard Yo’ Grill. Your battle stance may be ready to slap box an incoming throat chop, but let me emplore you to consider that I am versatile and Black’s hustle IS strong.

The year is 2006 and the new millenium has been in full effect. On the strength, Bruh, I won’t tolerate the ignorance anymore. At best you couldn’t hold a candle to even my lightest carbon copy. From here on out, Funk With the BULL? you can GET THESE HORNS!!!