School me on Michael Spinks!

Mike Spinks don’t be lookin like a gangbangin' fighter n' shiznit yo. Dude be lookin like a cold-ass lil hoopty mechanic.

A phat hoopty mechanic. Da type of hoopty maniac dat gets it from his hoe fo' knockin scrilla off, fo' playas whoz ass is thugged-out wit him, fo' playas whoz ass might be skanky fo' realz. A sick mutha****a; but not a gangbangin' fighter.

Dude looked like a mechanic, like a sick mutha****a, even afta Larry Holmes threw his ass ta tha ground up in tha openin secondz of they 1986 rematch. “That’s all gravy ref,” he reassured Mills Lane. “That’s all gravy.” Unequaled up in termz of temperament, tha pimpin' mutha****a then gots back ta tha thang at hand, takin tha fight on two of tha three judges’ cardz against a hyper-aggressive version of one of tha top billin heavyweights up in forever: mission accomplished.

This is what tha **** defines Mike Spinks. Professionalism. Generalship. Generalshizzle is da most thugged-out professionizzle aspect of a funky-ass boxer’s make-up��"the discipline of engineerin tha circumstances necessary fo' yo' victory. In just thirty-two fights he bigged up a level of awarenizz up in tha rang dat take tha few pimps whoz ass reach dat level nuff mo' fights ta do so yo. His herky-jerky steez n' hurtful rather than devastatin punchin was so properly nursed as ta make his ass a ghetto-beater n' shiznit yo. His 1983 light-heavyweight unification fight wit Dwight Muhammad Qawi (then Dwight Braxton) was a masterclass, movin ta his bangin right wit tha uncanny discipline of a cold-ass lil game soldier, n' only throwin his bangin right hand as a cold-ass lil counta ta tha Qawi right hand, takin away his crazy-ass man’s dopest punch n' dopest draw wit readz n' discipline ridin' solo.

Between 1981 n' 1988 he engaged only up in ghetto title fights (uncertaintizzles surroundin his crazy-ass masterful five-round knockout of tha thirty-pound heavier Gerry ****ey notwithstanding) n' wit tha exception of tha one-round devastation wrought upon his ass by Mike Tyson da thug won dem all fo' a total of 15-1 yo. His run at light-heavyweight included wins over Qawi, Eddie Mustafa Muhammad n' Yaqui Lopez n' his step up ta heavyweight was as solid as any eva made by a light-heavyweight. Michael’s bust up in early retirement, scrilla n' game intact, was tha sport’s loss yo, but even up in such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass short space of time da thug was up in tha game da ruffneck did enough ta git a place up in tha top fifty.