Burn’in 84 sweets in the ’84 Fleetwood
Vogues and 84s got the shoes and the feet good
Diamonds under ass and they pressed against that grain
Donkey Kong throwing kegs around the trunk sound insane
“Come’in down wood grain, butter floor mats”
Got my wife beater on, show’in off my tats
Blowing killa green smoke out my moon roof
I can not tell a lie sun, I’m the fuck’in “troof”
Friday, February 10, 2012
“dime jack”
Nigga I’ll take your bitch and turn her into my dime
And have her yelling out “SUPA!!!” while I cut from behind
After a two week freak, I’ll drop her back to your place
And she can tell you all about how Supa took her on a trip to outer space
She’ll talk about bright stars and comets, galaxies and black wholes
But most of all she’ll rave about how Big Supa worked that pole
How I touched her spine and made her cum multiple times
And how I even showed her pics of some of my best work with past dimes
And when you go to sleep she’ll pack all her shit and leave a note to explain;
“Dear John, it has been nice, and I don’t wish to cause you any pain
But I’m writing you this letter just to make it understood
This little momma gotta bounce ‘cause SupaDupa got that Good…”
And have her yelling out “SUPA!!!” while I cut from behind
After a two week freak, I’ll drop her back to your place
And she can tell you all about how Supa took her on a trip to outer space
She’ll talk about bright stars and comets, galaxies and black wholes
But most of all she’ll rave about how Big Supa worked that pole
How I touched her spine and made her cum multiple times
And how I even showed her pics of some of my best work with past dimes
And when you go to sleep she’ll pack all her shit and leave a note to explain;
“Dear John, it has been nice, and I don’t wish to cause you any pain
But I’m writing you this letter just to make it understood
This little momma gotta bounce ‘cause SupaDupa got that Good…”
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
food for the thinking
Though it is a great accomplishment to finally have a Black president of these united states of america, it seems like a setback at the same time. A lot of Black folks have stopped digging as deep, stopped yelling as loud, stopped fighting as hard as they once did… Now that a Black man, a Black woman, and their Black children live in the white house, some Black people believe that we have finally overcome. They think the struggle is over. They think we have reached our goal. They think we are free at last because a Black man was elected, or depending how you look at it, allowed to be president of these united states of america.
Not to take anything away from brother Barack, but I see mirrors, smoke screens, veils, and more wool being pulled over already blinded eyes. They are still throwing us bones, bones with a little more meat on ‘em, but we are still getting bones while they are eating filet mignon. We are drinking 211 while they are drinking 100 year old Scotch. We are smoking stepped on while they burning that Cali-Medical. Are you following the analogy?
I don’t trust a muthafucka!!! Call it paranoia if you want; Paranoia: a baseless or excessive distrust of others. Follow the history of this country and tell me if my extreme distrust is really baseless or excessive. Muthafucka got your face in the mud all your life; hell he has had your face in the mood for the entire history of your people on this land. Been raping, murdering, maiming, starving, breaking up families, kicking your ass, turning you against your brother and sister, using your Black ass for all that he can, straight fuck’in your world up, and to this day he is still at it. And now that a Black man is really the HNIC, yall think that it is all good? “Nigga please, I got somethin’ real for your ass in these hands!”
How can one Black man reaching the “top” equal all of us reaching? They still got yall asses fooled cause you think shit is sweet now. The shit is still fucked up, in many ways it is more fucked up because a lot of us have been lulled into stagnation by the same muthafuckas that put our Black asses on them ships.
People, we have to refuse to fall for the oke doke. We got Black babies to grow. Teach your seeds Ourstory and let them know that they should not be afraid to live like the kings and queens that they are. We can’t have them growing up thinking that this is how shit is supposed to be. Do you want your seeds to fall over the same hurdles that you did? Or, do you want to teach them to metaphorically jump higher, run faster, and dodge them fuck’in bullets that put your ass in the dirt? Then remove those chains and open your damn eyes. Stop hate’in on each other, niggas unite and rise together. Socrates Fortlow said, “They separated us. They made sure that slaves came from different tribes and spoke different tongues so they couldn’t plot against ‘em. That’s how we learned to be black people---alone, even in a crowd.”
Division is the only way they can control us. Tighten up your family first, and then work on your neighbors, then your hood. Try to keep it 100 and build. Find out what we can do together and stop thinking that we have done something because we have a few at the top.
Not to take anything away from brother Barack, but I see mirrors, smoke screens, veils, and more wool being pulled over already blinded eyes. They are still throwing us bones, bones with a little more meat on ‘em, but we are still getting bones while they are eating filet mignon. We are drinking 211 while they are drinking 100 year old Scotch. We are smoking stepped on while they burning that Cali-Medical. Are you following the analogy?
I don’t trust a muthafucka!!! Call it paranoia if you want; Paranoia: a baseless or excessive distrust of others. Follow the history of this country and tell me if my extreme distrust is really baseless or excessive. Muthafucka got your face in the mud all your life; hell he has had your face in the mood for the entire history of your people on this land. Been raping, murdering, maiming, starving, breaking up families, kicking your ass, turning you against your brother and sister, using your Black ass for all that he can, straight fuck’in your world up, and to this day he is still at it. And now that a Black man is really the HNIC, yall think that it is all good? “Nigga please, I got somethin’ real for your ass in these hands!”
How can one Black man reaching the “top” equal all of us reaching? They still got yall asses fooled cause you think shit is sweet now. The shit is still fucked up, in many ways it is more fucked up because a lot of us have been lulled into stagnation by the same muthafuckas that put our Black asses on them ships.
People, we have to refuse to fall for the oke doke. We got Black babies to grow. Teach your seeds Ourstory and let them know that they should not be afraid to live like the kings and queens that they are. We can’t have them growing up thinking that this is how shit is supposed to be. Do you want your seeds to fall over the same hurdles that you did? Or, do you want to teach them to metaphorically jump higher, run faster, and dodge them fuck’in bullets that put your ass in the dirt? Then remove those chains and open your damn eyes. Stop hate’in on each other, niggas unite and rise together. Socrates Fortlow said, “They separated us. They made sure that slaves came from different tribes and spoke different tongues so they couldn’t plot against ‘em. That’s how we learned to be black people---alone, even in a crowd.”
Division is the only way they can control us. Tighten up your family first, and then work on your neighbors, then your hood. Try to keep it 100 and build. Find out what we can do together and stop thinking that we have done something because we have a few at the top.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
“the straight”
some a yall just don’t fuck’in understand
but on the real I’m try’in to get all yall to overstand
sometime it’s hard as hell being somebody’s daddy
when a nigga’s own daddy never was a nigga’s daddy.
shit, sometimes I just wanna lay back in the 84 footed Caddy
and get some brain from a dime while I’m burn’in down a fatty.
but that ain’t me, I don’t even own a Llac
and my new job run random tests so I can’t chance going back
on that unemployment shit
sometimes life plays like a skit.
i got 3 seeds look’in up to me
i’m try’in ta show ‘em what a real daddy sposed to be
but I never had a fuck’in rolemodel
that nigga was busy spending his life in the bottom of a bottle
and kick'in momma in the ass
and make'in my brothers grow too fast.
now it’s ironic that I find myself take’in straight shots like a semi-auto gat,
it don’t matter brown or clear nigga where the fuck it at?
but a nigga still maintain and show and prove for my seeds
even though they see my flaws, I hope they remember my good deeds
but on the real I’m try’in to get all yall to overstand
sometime it’s hard as hell being somebody’s daddy
when a nigga’s own daddy never was a nigga’s daddy.
shit, sometimes I just wanna lay back in the 84 footed Caddy
and get some brain from a dime while I’m burn’in down a fatty.
but that ain’t me, I don’t even own a Llac
and my new job run random tests so I can’t chance going back
on that unemployment shit
sometimes life plays like a skit.
i got 3 seeds look’in up to me
i’m try’in ta show ‘em what a real daddy sposed to be
but I never had a fuck’in rolemodel
that nigga was busy spending his life in the bottom of a bottle
and kick'in momma in the ass
and make'in my brothers grow too fast.
now it’s ironic that I find myself take’in straight shots like a semi-auto gat,
it don’t matter brown or clear nigga where the fuck it at?
but a nigga still maintain and show and prove for my seeds
even though they see my flaws, I hope they remember my good deeds
“The Bus Stop”
It was 9:30 on Saturday morning and John was riding his bike to the store to get a Black and some coffee. As he was passing the bus stop he heard someone trying to get his attention:
“Youngblood, hey hommie…”
John looked over at the small crowd of people at the bus stop but did not recognize anyone.
“Youngblood let me holla at you for a minute.”
John stopped in front of a thirtyish looking dude wearing old school Js, jeans, and a white tee.
“Do you know me man? Cause I don’t recognize your face…”
“They call me Fire, you don’t remember me from the party last night do you Youngblood?”
John’s eyes narrowed to slits. “No man, I don’t remember you”
“Why the fuck did you and your brotha come up in there blast’in like that? Look’in for some nigga… Man, yall lucky that yall left when yall did. We was about to throw some hot rocks in yall asses.”
“Say what?”
“I said that you and yo brotha was about to get dealt with!”
“Really? So you tight with that nigga Earl huh?”
“That’s my people…”
“Damn, you say yall was gonna blast us?”
“Hell yea nigga! You come up in our shit and start pop’in off shots like that… I don’t give a fuck who you got beef with, you chose the wrong place hommie! As a matter of fact I otta put my foot in yo ass right now!”
“There ain’t no need for that.”
John turned his bike around and pedaled in the direction that he came from.
“That’s right hommie; take yo ass on before you get stomped!”
About five minutes later John was riding his bike back up the street. As he approached the bus stop he saw that Fire was still there, waiting on the bus.
When Fire saw John he jumped to his feet.
“Muthafucka I thought I told you to get on? Now I’ma have to fuck you up!”
John didn’t say a word as he rode up to Fire; he dropped his bike, reached in his pocket and pulled out a black 9mm.
The small crowd of people at the bus stop scattered when they saw the gun. The only one that didn’t run was Fire.
“Hold up Youngblood, we good. I told you that we was gonna get at yall last night. Today is a new day, that shit is squashed now.”
John didn’t say a word as he walked up to Fire. He raised the 9 and held it about a foot from Fire’s forehead. He looked into Fire’s frightened eyes.
“My brother got shot about 3:30 this morning.”
“Naw Youngblood, I been at my lady’s crib since yall closed the party down last night.”
“That’s funny cause one of the last things my brother said was, ‘Get Fire.’ I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about until you told me what your name was.”
“Naw nigga, I told you I was-“
BAM
The bullet made a small hole in Fire’s forehead and blasted the back of his head off before he hit the ground.
BAM- BAM- BAM
John put three bullets in Fire’s heart as he lay dead on the ground.
John put the gun back in his pocket and took off his gloves. He got back on his bike and rolled slowly down the sidewalk. He was two blocks away when the two Black&Whites sped past him in the direction of Fire’s dead body.
“Youngblood, hey hommie…”
John looked over at the small crowd of people at the bus stop but did not recognize anyone.
“Youngblood let me holla at you for a minute.”
John stopped in front of a thirtyish looking dude wearing old school Js, jeans, and a white tee.
“Do you know me man? Cause I don’t recognize your face…”
“They call me Fire, you don’t remember me from the party last night do you Youngblood?”
John’s eyes narrowed to slits. “No man, I don’t remember you”
“Why the fuck did you and your brotha come up in there blast’in like that? Look’in for some nigga… Man, yall lucky that yall left when yall did. We was about to throw some hot rocks in yall asses.”
“Say what?”
“I said that you and yo brotha was about to get dealt with!”
“Really? So you tight with that nigga Earl huh?”
“That’s my people…”
“Damn, you say yall was gonna blast us?”
“Hell yea nigga! You come up in our shit and start pop’in off shots like that… I don’t give a fuck who you got beef with, you chose the wrong place hommie! As a matter of fact I otta put my foot in yo ass right now!”
“There ain’t no need for that.”
John turned his bike around and pedaled in the direction that he came from.
“That’s right hommie; take yo ass on before you get stomped!”
About five minutes later John was riding his bike back up the street. As he approached the bus stop he saw that Fire was still there, waiting on the bus.
When Fire saw John he jumped to his feet.
“Muthafucka I thought I told you to get on? Now I’ma have to fuck you up!”
John didn’t say a word as he rode up to Fire; he dropped his bike, reached in his pocket and pulled out a black 9mm.
The small crowd of people at the bus stop scattered when they saw the gun. The only one that didn’t run was Fire.
“Hold up Youngblood, we good. I told you that we was gonna get at yall last night. Today is a new day, that shit is squashed now.”
John didn’t say a word as he walked up to Fire. He raised the 9 and held it about a foot from Fire’s forehead. He looked into Fire’s frightened eyes.
“My brother got shot about 3:30 this morning.”
“Naw Youngblood, I been at my lady’s crib since yall closed the party down last night.”
“That’s funny cause one of the last things my brother said was, ‘Get Fire.’ I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about until you told me what your name was.”
“Naw nigga, I told you I was-“
BAM
The bullet made a small hole in Fire’s forehead and blasted the back of his head off before he hit the ground.
BAM- BAM- BAM
John put three bullets in Fire’s heart as he lay dead on the ground.
John put the gun back in his pocket and took off his gloves. He got back on his bike and rolled slowly down the sidewalk. He was two blocks away when the two Black&Whites sped past him in the direction of Fire’s dead body.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
3dimes
It’s your hommie SupaG.
Brain gone, float’in down your street
In a candy Cadillac with 84’s on the feet
Got one dime steady roll’in sweets
Got one with a purse full’a heat
And one do’in noth’in but give’in me brain and swallowing all my skeet skeet
Brain gone, float’in down your street
In a candy Cadillac with 84’s on the feet
Got one dime steady roll’in sweets
Got one with a purse full’a heat
And one do’in noth’in but give’in me brain and swallowing all my skeet skeet
Monday, January 16, 2012
another ep
As I was sitting on the bed, bucket naked, rolling some flowers,
she floated into the room still wet from the shower
She stood in front of me dripp’in from head to toe;
she looked me in the eyes and said, “Let’s go…”
I put down the sweet, and grabbed the cocoa butter;
I rubbed her body slow and long, made her hips flutter
I laid her on her stomach and slowly caressed her curves,
then my joint started to get heavy, “Be still my nerves…”
She rolled over on to her back, and her nipples hardened to my touch,
the look in her eyes said, “Supa, cut me very much…”
She spread her legs, exposing her thick black foliage and beautiful pink flower,
I dove into that tiger lily and stroked for about an hour
I shot twice, she came three times,
she slept on my chest, my heart beat to unspoken rhymes
We woke up the next day, sometime around noon,
“Oh shit…look at the time, what about my moon???”
she floated into the room still wet from the shower
She stood in front of me dripp’in from head to toe;
she looked me in the eyes and said, “Let’s go…”
I put down the sweet, and grabbed the cocoa butter;
I rubbed her body slow and long, made her hips flutter
I laid her on her stomach and slowly caressed her curves,
then my joint started to get heavy, “Be still my nerves…”
She rolled over on to her back, and her nipples hardened to my touch,
the look in her eyes said, “Supa, cut me very much…”
She spread her legs, exposing her thick black foliage and beautiful pink flower,
I dove into that tiger lily and stroked for about an hour
I shot twice, she came three times,
she slept on my chest, my heart beat to unspoken rhymes
We woke up the next day, sometime around noon,
“Oh shit…look at the time, what about my moon???”
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