Street Cred (Why Tom Brady gave Goodell NO choice but to pop him in the street)

"Noooooooooo!"

Dwight D. Eisenhower once said, “There is no person in this room whose basic rights are not involved in any successful defiance to the carrying out of court orders.” J.K. Rowling broke it down like this, “When people are very damaged, they can often meet the world with a kind of defiance.” Then Dick Cheney shut the buildin’ down with, “There comes a time when deceit and defiance must be seen for what they are. At that point, a gathering danger must be directly confronted. At that point, we must show that beyond our resolutions is actual resolve.”

Well playas…we’ve finally come to a point with Tom Brady where deceit and defiance must be seen for what they are. On Tuesday ole dull Roger Goodell upheld ole boy’s four game suspension for his role in Deflategate. The Commissioner cited that there was new evidence that Brady had a boy destroy his cell phone on or shortly before March 6 – the day that he was interviewed by Ted Wells and his investigative team. Accordin’ to the league Brady instructed his assistant to destroy the cell phone he’d been usin’ since early November 2014. That would have been the time period that included the AFC title game in which the foolishness in question took place.

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! Everybody and their baby momma’s momma know that Tom Brady was responsible for those balls bein’ deflated bruh! However, the NFL didn’t have a smokin’ gun, that dun’s finger prints at the crime scene or a boy in the interrogation room askin’ for a cigarette. You already know that when a boy asks for a dull cigarette on First 48, everybody is about to go to jail playboy. That fool is about to sing like Luther Vandross butt naked layin' on a bed of roses! Without hard evidence it was impossible, in my opinion, to give a boy a four game suspension and stand on it.

I didn't  think he would get the entire four games because of that alone. However, when a boy starts destroyin’ evidence when the investigators are askin’ to see his phone that takes it to a “whole-nother level” playboy. Now you’re tryin’ to punk the league and it’s investigators. Initially, the word was that ole boy didn’t want to simply give up his phone because of all the foolishness that could be in it; Celebrities phones numbers, naked pictures, all kinds of debauchery that the world doesn’t need to know about, etc.. You name it playa it could be in there. So I was with him for not wantin’ to give it up but to destroy the joint is to straight punk the league and Goodell wasn’t gonna let that ride.

Brady pulled "the old flush the dope down the toilet when the Feds are comin’ through the front door" move bruh. He pulled "the throw the gun out of the window while the cops are chasin’ you down the interstate" move. Naw playa, he pulled "the swallow the dope" move and forgot that all they were gonna do is sit in the cut and pay a boy to sift through his bowels for the next 72 hours. Goodell was not playin’ on this one.  

You’ve already punk’d the rest of the league by gettin’ the opportunity to play in and win the Super Bowl and now you wanna get off without ANY suspension? You smokin’ crack and shootin’ heroin into you’re toe nails and eye lids if you think you’re walkin’ out of here with zero suspension bruh.

The league even tried to do him a solid before Goodell upheld the joint by givin’ him a sweet deal but he rejected it. They sat down with ole boy and said look here playa we’ll reduce this joint from 4 games down to 2 or maybe even to 1 if you would just admit that the two locker room cats did in fact do something illegal and that you didn’t cooperate with the league durin’ the investigation. Brady told them to kick rocks so Goodell had to do what he had to do. Pop 'em in the middle of the street in front of errrbody! 

Remember in the movie “Notorious,” the story of the Notorious B.I.G., when Biggie and his boy, Mark Pitts, got popped after Biggie tried to ditch the gun while runnin’ from the police? Durin’ the interrogation the cop told them that one of them was goin’ down for this gun. He didn’t care which one but no way was both of them walkin’ out of there. So Pitts took the gun charge and the rest is hip hop history.

Goodell was like, either you’re gonna admit that you were dull or you’re gonna take this entire hit playboy. It doesn’t matter to me but you ain’t walkin’ out of here without gettin’ something and that’s on my momma. And on some real talk, even though the league doesn’t have a smokin’ gun, finger prints or the dun askin’ for cigarettes, Goodell couldn’t let him walk because now because it’s a matter of street credibility. If he let’s this clown do him then everybody is gonna line up to rob him. So somebody’s gotta get popped before there is no order among thieves. Stop me when I start lyin’!

Playas Thesaurus:

1)      Dull: adjective – to be that dude that boy look at sideways because he’s always doin’ something stupid. It now become routine to expect foolishness from them.

2)       Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and it’s non-gender specific.

3)      “On my Momma”: noun – to promise a boy something.

4) Pop: verb- to shoot

5) Errrbody: noun - country hood for everybody

6) Popped: verb - to get arrested or shot. It depends on the context. 

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CRYSTAL (How boyz ridin' dirty want Belichick in the ride but not TomBrady)

"Can I please go now officer?"

Johnny Depp, Edward Scissorhands himself, once said, “With any part you play, there is a certain amount of yourself in it. There has to be, otherwise it’s just not acting. It’s lying.” Samuel Butler, the Victorian-era English author, gave it to us like this, “The best liar is he who makes the smallest amount of lying go the longest way.” Then Tim Allen, the actor/comedian, got smooth on a boy and said, “Men are liars. We’ll lie about lying if we have to. I’m an algebra liar. I figure two good lies make a positive.”

Well playboy…ole dull Bill Belichick and Tom Brady must subscribe to that same thinkin’ because both of those duns got up in front of the media and lied to boyz without blinkin’! The only problem was, Tom wasn’t as smooth as Bill.

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! Bill got up Thursday mornin’ and handled the media like a G! He was on some ole school Eddie Murphy "Raw" up in that piece, "It wasn't me!"By the time he finished with these boyz he had cats questionin’ whether they had even played a game on Sunday let alone tampered with some balls.

He’s the type of cat you want in the ride with you when you get pulled over dirty. By the time he finishes with the police they’ll be givin’ you an escort home. Ole boy was smooth pushin’ all of the focus off of him and right over to Tom Brady. The crazy thing was only the real G’s out here saw him doin’ it. By the time he finished boyz were like, “Did he just put everything in Brady’s lap like a stripper at Magic City bruh? Yep!” SMOOTH!

So now everybody waits on Tom to show up and he’s the cat that you don’t want in the ride if you’re dirty. As soon as he hit the podium he was lookin’ like he’d just been caught in Big Momma’s kitchen tryin’ to steal some of her pound cake before dinner. He had that deer in the head lights look, confused, nervous. Dull! Everybody in the ride is tellin’ him to relax and breathe and that fool starts talkin’!

Let me put it in street terms for you playa. “Hey Tom what’s up with these balls bruh?” All of a sudden this fool breaks out with, "I, I, I" Media: Spit it out bruh!" Tom: "I have no idea what happened to the balls mayne!I had 24 balls and they were perfect!’ Media: “Hold up dawg, we didn’t ask you about 24 balls we want know about the 12 balls and more specifically the 11that came up short! Tom: “Uhhhh, I don’t want anybody touchin’ the balls, rubbin’ the balls. To me those balls were perfect!” Media: “Well playboy they weren’t perfect when the feds kicked in the front door! Wassup wit dat!”

Then all of a sudden ole boy straight panics right in the middle of the freakin’ interview. He starts ramblin’ on about knowin’ who your friends are in times like these. He goes in about how he’s gonna be alright and that this wasn’t Isis etc. When a boy starts ramblin’ he’s seein’ his life flash before his eyes. If someone would have screamed in that room he would have pulled a Willie Beamen on these boyz and threw up all over the front row of media.

Like I said in my joint entitled “Mad Dog 20/20 vs. Merlot” yesterday Tom Brady was directly responsible for those balls bein’ deflated. He handles the football on every single play playa and if it were deflated he would know before anybody. So for a boy to get up and act like he knows nothin’ was even worse.

He could have said, “Hey look here dawg! I normally like my balls at the lowest end of the required standard at 12.5 lbs. per square inch and maybe we were just below that. I take the blame for that and I’m sorry. It was never my intent to cheat these boyz.”

If he would have just said that it would have been over. They would have handed him his license and registration and told him to have a nice day. Instead that dun started squirmin’ in the seat and lyin’ to a boy and now they’ve got him strapped belly down on the hood of the car waitin’ on the dogs to show up. Now they're about to go all through the ride, take the doors off, blast the bumpers, pull the seats out, etc.

Now they’ll let these cats play in the Super Bowl because it’s too much bread on the table to tamper with it now. Uncle Sal and Bruno was sittin’ in Roger Goodell’s office yesterday when he showed up to work. As soon as he turned the lights on they had the horse head in the toilet waitin’ for him. They were like, “Listen Rog, Jimmy the Bull in Kansas City and Shorty the Pimp in Las Vegas wants you to know that we’re behind you 100 percent. However, don’t touch this Super Bowl! We don’t care what you do afterwards. Are we clear on that?” CRYSTAL!!! Stop me when I start lyin’!

Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: the person in question, dude, guy, cat etc.
2) Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! : Let me break it down for you bruh.
3) G: A gangsta, like a soldier, no fear
4) Willie Beamen: Character in the movie “Any Given Sunday” played by Jamie Foxx that threw up on the field when he started at quarterback for the first time.5) Mayne: The Memphis way of sayin' man.  
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All quotes on paraphrases playa!  

Mad Dog 20/20 vs. Merlot (Why Belichick should be suspended for anENTIRE season)

In my Denzel voice, "King Kong ain't got nothin' on me!"

Bob Marley once said, “The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.” Douglas Adams, the English writer, gave it to us like this, “To give real service you must add something which cannot be bought or measured with money, and that is sincerity and integrity.” Then Dwight D. Eisenhower shut the buildin’ down with, “The supreme quality for leadership is unquestionably integrity. Without it, no real success is possible, no matter whether it is on a section gang, a football field, in an army, or in an office.”

Well playas…somebody needs to tell ole dull Bill Belichick that because he believes in success Malcolm X style. “By Any Means Necessary!” This dun is willin’ to do anything to win from spyin’ on a boyz' signals to deflatin’ footballs. Who knows what else he’s done to win games because he gotten away with it. The NFL has in fact determined that the New England Patriots deflated 11 of their 12 balls durin’ their AFC Championship win over the Colts on Sunday.

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! It wouldn’t have made a bit of difference if they were playin’ with a soccer, dodge or tennis ball against the Colts they would have blasted them! Why? Because they were a far superior team.

However, what’s blowin’ my mind is the amount of people that think that what Belichick and Co. did wasn’t a big deal because they would have beaten the Colts anyway. It’s a big deal because it’s an integrity issue pimpin’! Belichick is a con-man/hustla/gangsta and I grew up with cats like that. Boyz with those types of issues keep runnin’ game as long as the odds are that they won’t get caught. That’s the problem playa.

Let me put it where the goats can get it for you bruh. He’s gonna push the envelope until somebody shuts him down. He’s been to 6 Super Bowls in a 12 year span bruh. He’s only been caught cheatin’ twice. That means that he’s coached in more than 220 games and have literally gotten away with hustlin’ a boy 218 times at the minimum. Con-men don’t con boyz every once in a while bruh. They con boyz every day. You just catch them every now and then.

Think about the amount of games just this year that they’ve hustled boyz in and won just to get to the AFC Championship game. They didn’t just decided to hustle the freakin’ Colts because they’re better than them in all phases of the game. They followed their normal routine and on Sunday they just happened to get caught.

I heard these two idiots on a national radio show yesterday say that they took the air out of one ball and didn’t see a difference between the deflated ball and the ball inflated to standards. I pulled my small intestine out and started stranglin’ myself because these are the types of fools that have radio shows around this piece. You’re not a professional athlete that handles footballs bruh! You’re a freakin’ talk show host and a terrible one at that.

That’s like me tellin’ a boy that I didn’t see the difference between some Mad Dog 20/20 and an expensive Merlot and I’m not a drinker. Even if I were a drinker I’m not a professional wine taster. They can detect little subtleties in the joint just by smellin’ it. So for cats to say that it’s no big deal is ridiculous because the rule is in place for a reason playboy. If it were no big deal there would be no reason to have the rule. Belichick and Co. have completely defied the rules and flipped the bird at the league with their actions once again.

Therefore, ole boy and anyone else involved in this foolishness up to and includin’ Tom Brady should be suspended for an entire season because they’ve been caught tamperin’ with the integrity of the game. Why Tom Brady? Because he handles the freakin’ ball on every snap and he’s probably the cat that told them to deflate the balls in the first place. All they need is a snitch and they’re easy to find for the right price.

If Sean Payton can be suspended for an entire season for Bounty Gate and duns like Ray Rice can be dismissed like Oran Juice Jones’ girl then Belichick and Co. can fall in line too.

Think about it bruh, Sean Payton didn’t cheat a boy he just let the duns in his locker room pay each other for big hits. He didn’t alter the game by messin’ with the equipment to get a unfair advantage. Ray Rice hit his girl, which was personal issue when you really break it down. As unfortunate as it was, what happened in that elevator only hurt/affected Ray and his girl. What Belichick is doin’ is affectin’ the entire National Football League and its sponsors. Why? Because the integrity of the game has been affected.

What’s so crazy is that boyz are lookin’ to hand down a punishment in a few days but you already know that it won’t have an effect on the Super Bowl. Why? Because there’s too much bread attached to that joint. That’s a billion dollar event playa. When you add up all of the ads space that’s already been sold, the duns in Vegas bettin’ on everything from what kind of sweatshirt Belichick is gonna be wearin’ to how many times Tom Brady will high five a boy it ridiculous. Can you imagine the amount of duns that would come up missin’ if they started tinkerin’ with the Super Bowl now?

Boyz are like, “You can mess with that fool after this joint is over but right now he’s untouchable playa! I got too much bread wrapped into this to be playin’ with you or Bill!” So it’ll be interestin’ to see how it all shakes out and stop me when I start lyin’!

Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: the person in question, dude, guy, etc.
2) Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st!: Let me break it down for you straight with no chaser. I’ll be as clear as Vodka right here bruh.
3) Pimpin’: My man, brother, homeboy.
4) Let me put it where the goats can get it: I’m goin’ to lay it out on the ground for you. Goats eat off of the ground in case you didn't know that. I can’t make this any simpler for you. Let me spell it out for you. Holla At Ya Boy!
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Tail Bone ( Why it doesn't matter if the balls were deflated in NewEngland bruh)

Coaches in the Press Box:"They caught us dawg!'
Bill: "Don't look up! Don't say nothin'! Keep coachin'!"

Stephen Hawking, the English theoretical physicist, once said, “People won’t have time for you if you are always angry or complaining.” Dennis Prager, the conservative radio talk show host, pulled up in the Big Body Chevy and shouted, “Complaining not only ruins everybody else’s day, it ruins the complainer’s day too. The more we complain, the more unhappy we get.” Then Zig Ziglar, the sales guru, laid it out like a G when he said, “Be grateful for what you have and stop complaining – it bores everybody else, does you no good, and doesn’t solve any problems.”

Well playboy…boyz have been runnin’ around this piece complainin’ about the New England Patriots deflatin’ balls for two days now! Accordin’ to reports a pick by Indianapolis Colts linebacker D’Qwell Jackson in the second quarter set all of this in motion. Ole boy got the pick and gave the rock to the equipment staff who noticed that it was not fully inflated and told Chuck Pagano.

Ryan Grigson was then informed in the press box and he contacted the NFL director of football operations Mike Kensil, who then told the refs at halftime. Now the score was 17-7 at that point. However, final score was 45-7 bruh!

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! Now if the freakin’ NFL and the refs knew that the balls were not fully inflated at the half then the problem was solved at the half playboy! Even if these duns were tryin’ to cheat the jig was up at that point and they still beat the brakes off of the Colts. So what does that tell you?

It wouldn’t have mattered if the balls had no air in them or helium bruh they were gonna blast the Colts! Why? Because they were a better team that’s why! They’ve beaten them six straight times and the last four times they’ve beat them by at least three touchdowns! Stop it with the Deflate Gate playa! You’re playin’ yourself!

It wouldn’t have mattered if LaGarrette Blount was carryin’ a tennis ball or a medicine ball pimpin’! He was gonna tote the rock! Did he need a better grip to carry that joint 30 times for 148 yards and score 3 touchdowns? Stop it!

OK let’s just say that they tried to cheat a boy and they probably did. I’ll give you that. Why? Because Belichick is like ole Uncle Sal that just got out of prison and you can’t leave him in the crib by himself. He’ll steal everything that’s not nailed down. His reputation precedes him.

He got caught with his hands in the whole Spy Gate joint. So you already knew that dun wss guilty even before the NFL came back with its findings that 11 of the 12 balls were in fact under inflated. He’s like O.J. Simpson bruh! He just can’t help himself. He can’t just go somewhere and sit down. He’s gotta keep on foolin’ with boyz until he gets locked up or kicked out of the league and if they do kick him out, good riddance.

However, the Colts still got ran out of the joint even after they caught him with his pants down. So I don’t wanna hear any excuses Colts fans. No way can you explain a boy puttin’ an additional 28 points on the board after the fact. If the final score was 17-7 then I’d listen. But 45-7 means that they could have been playin’ with a Wiffle Ball and they were gonna dig in that tail bone. And that’s the edited version playa and stop me when I start lyin’!

Playas Thesaurus:
1) Pick: Interception
2) Rock: the ball in this case a football
3) Bruh: short for brother, my man, my dude, homeboy, playa
4) Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st!: Let me give it to you straight with no chaser. Let me make it as clear as Vodka for you.
5) Pimpin’: another word for homeboy, playa, man etc.
6) Tote the rock: Carry the ball
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