Thursday, January 31, 2008

thoughts and a jack

I’m a pro golfer like Tiger Woods, but the kind of green I roll will make you better than good
I just sit back relax and put it in the sky, like Jonny Gill it make me start sing’in My My My
I fly, over the river and through the woods, soon SupaDupa will be known through each and every hood
Tell yo mom tell yo aunty tell your sista too, 6-8 dark skin make the ladies say Oooo…


I got my drink and my two sweets, my drink and my two sweets
I got my drink and my two sweets, my drink and my two sweets
It’s on, it’s on it’s on, and I’m blown
Skip the Patron, let me sit down couse I’m gone…

enduced by the fire

-Biggie Me and My Bitch Inspired Joint-
Throw’in my flame out the window/
So when the wind blows/
I’m seeing O-zones and L-bows/
Hide my car keys so I can’t skate/
She put a GPS on my phone so she can find me when I’m late/

Once again back is the incredible/
go ask the ladies they’ll say I'm quite edible/
once they taste Supa it's unforgettable/
they all flock to me, I don't have to work to pull/
red bone, yella bone, dark skin too/
when it get good to ‘em they holla Supa Du/
Ahh-choo!, excuse me I got a snuffy nose/
when they leave they walk funny cause I curl up they toes/
go ask around, everybody knows when Supa Dupa’s in the area, Hide Yo Hoes/
I’m sorry, I don’t mean no disrespect, but they call me The Supa so I came to collect/

Supa's haiku(s)

roll'in
wood grain in my left
golden grain in my right hand
puff puff turn puff puff

melt
my love is fire
her heart is as cold as ice
how about a swim?

Amsterdam in the morning
sitting in the shop
consuming no caffeine yet
rolling sweet flowers

not again?
a sweet kiss good bye
she said something about love
broke my heart again

fruit
her hips shaped like pears
those curvs do make me hungry
care for a salad?

2 pints and a dime
two pints of guinness
a dime sack of sweet flowers
going home to chill

a dime a day
puff little and live
puff too big and you might die...
know moderation

quotes

“Knowledge of one’s identity, one’s self, community, nation, religion and God is the true meaning of resurrection while ignorance of it signifies hell.”
-The Honorable Elijah Muhammad

"A musician, if he's a messenger, is like a child who hasn't been handled too many times by man, hasn't had too many fingerprints across his brain. That's why music is so much heavier than anything you ever felt."
-Jimi Hendrix

“The key to understanding others is to understand one’s self.”
-Helen Williams

“I am large, I contain multitudes.”
-Whitmanesque concept

“Rich is the man who knows when he has enough.”
-Proverb

“America has covered itself with a heavy wet material that soaks up annoying complaints like mine. It listens to nothing it does not want to hear and wraps its unread citizens, white and black, in the airless garment of circumambient denial, swathing it all in a lace of fine, sweet lies that further blur everyone’s understanding of ‘why black people are like they are.’”
-Randall Robinson from The Debt

"The warm bittersweet smell of Negro welcomed us as we entered the churchyard..."
-Scout from To Kill a Mockingbird

"And, after all, isn't that what life is all about, the ability to go around back and come up inside other people's heads to look out at the damned fool miracle and say: oh, so that's how you see it!"
-Ray Bradbury

"Now he the whiteman has won our brothers, and or clan can no longer act as one. He has put a knife on the things that have held us together and we have fallen apart."
-Okonkwo from Things Fall Apart

"The ancestor of every action is a thought."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

"One person with a belief is equal to a force of ninety-nine who have only interests."
-John Stuart Mill

"They can because they think they can."
-Virgil

"The secret of success is making your vocation your vacation."
-Mark Twain

To My Niggas

I’m good at stacking paper, when I get some I’ll show you
If I knew you when I was broke, when I come up I’m a still know you
If I got two fat sweets, then me and you gone blow two
If I got two fine freaks, I’m a hit and you gone hit too
If I got a five piece from Popeye’s, you know you gone get at least two
If I got six pints of Guinness, come through and get full too
If your old lady finds out about your other thang and kicks you out
Just give Supa a call, I got a couch for you, no doubt
And heaven forbid if you chill’in and some fool tries to flex
I got some hot rocks for that ass, we’ll put an end to all plex
When it seems like you can’t win and the world gets you down
Come over to my spot, I got a fat sack and a fifth of Crown
You my nigga till the end, through hell or high water
Come and kick it with Supa, and we gone do it like we otta