A blast from my past

DeJuan C3PO
Fly Scribe

Dawg, I have been divinely inspired to rap about my main man Isiah Thomas, who is really having a rough few weeks. And by few weeks, I mean decade. Because I love Isiah so, I have written a rap to highlight Isiah's soon-to-be extinguished career. The rhymes were a little tough, but I think you'll like it mighty nice.

The baby-faced assassin from old IU
Back before Kelvin Sampson sniffed some glue
Came to the NBA and was a Motor City Miracle
Won some hardware to prop up in his cubicle.

Isiah. He's Isiah.

Mama can't spell, she forgot a letter.
But ain't no thang, cuz your game was stellar.
12-time All-Star, Olympian too.
Coolest shit since they invented Fu Manchu.

Isiah. He's Isiah.

But shit went bad when you hung up the shoes
Raptors, broadcasting and CBA all lose
You got mad game, but you can't manage for shit
And your Hollywood star started taking a hit.

Isiah, dawg. He's so Isiah.

Got your ass inducted into the Hall of Fame
About the time your career went all to shame
Spent a few years in Indy coaching the Pacers
Moved on to New York and turned the Knicks into bitches.

Isiah. Love Isiah.

Made some silly ass trades and the team got worse
Now they hired Donny Walsh to reverse your curse
You'll probably get fired, maybe lay low for a while
If you wanna work again, try the retail aisle.

Isiah. Bye, Isiah.