Anastasia

Anastasia Purple Blazea passed the sweet and said “That’s tazea!”
I hit it hard and held my breath, I soon felt like I was two steps from certain death.
Like Ladybug, she said, “You betta blow that shit out! Didn’t you know that piff is Supa stout?”
I said, “Damn shorty A. what you got me smoke’in? Now I gotta cut ya cause I’m so open.”
She came out her close, my joint rose; I had her up all night, just like NoDoze.
I opened her nose, curled her toes, when she couldn’t gush any more she blew my hose.
Now Anastasia Purple Blazea is my SupaStar chick and we cut like razor.

blue short

i used to be in love, she was my whole world
but now it turns out that she’s just another girl
i knew it years ago but i held on to superficial
after many season changes now my seeds are the issue
as much as i want to break i just can’t leave my blood
i don’t know which way to turn i might go back to burn’in bud

another Supa short

i’v never been a pimp but i’m steady get’in chose
and like Fashion Week i keep dimes come’in out they clothes
i beat ‘em with the Supa stick and make them walls crumble
at first they say my name but in the end all they do is mumble
i’m not try’in to brag or boast i just tell it like it is
if you ask ‘em, “Who you with?” they point at me and say, “I’m his…”

Kid Cudi"Make Her Say" inspired joint

She wanted me to make her say, “Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh Ah Oh Oh…”
But I just wanted to poke her face Pa-Pa Poker Her Face.
She said, "SupaDupa make me say, Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh Ah Oh Oh…”
But I put that blacksnake in her face and Pa-Pa Poked Her Face.

She said, “You can have whatever you like, as long as you can make me gush, and we can have a hell of a night through the day.”

I was look'in for some brain and I found a leach
She reped the Dirty-Dirty, a sweet Georgia Peach
She put her intelligence on my wood on the sunny beach
I lost about two pounds and she lost her speech

And fuck them other birds cuz this one's way thicker...
And fuck them other birds cuz this one's a Supa licker...
And fuck them other birds cuz this one's down the follow…
And fuck them other birds cuz this one loves to swallow…

T*A*G

I was in the grocery store the other day and for some reason I came away with a new Blues song bang'in in my head. It is one of them John Lee Hooker/Mississippi Delta type joints. The song is called Thick Ass Girl and it goes something like this:

Oooooo, thick ass girl, oooo thick ass girl, hey thick ass girl let me rock your world, you thick ass girl…

Oooooo, thick ass girl, oooo thick ass girl, hey thick ass girl let me lick your pearl, you thick ass girl…

Ooooooo, thick ass girl, oooo thick ass girl, hey thick ass girl I'll make your toes curl, you thick ass girl…

Ooooooo, thick ass girl, oooo thick ass girl, hey thick ass girl let your love unfurl, you thick ass girl…

Ooooooo, thick ass girl, oooo thick ass girl, hey thick ass girl I'll make that cat swirl, you thick ass girl…

N.W.A. “Dope Man” inspired short

It was once said by a chick that couldn’t stop
“SupaDupa please can you beat it like a cop?’
I said to the chick, “I can cut it till you drop,
But first grip on the wood and show me how you do the bop.”

That 6-8 SupaStar

I be that 6-8 SupaStar posted up at the bar
I’m feel’in kinda blue cause I just broke up with my foreign car
So I’m busy try’in to drink away my sorrows
But it’ll be all good cause I’ma cop a STS tomorrow
And I’ma throw some J’s on that bitch
And dip the candy so wet you’ll think it’s melting like that wicked witch
But let me get back to the bar
I got two dimes with me and they be love’in them some SupaStar
On my right I got a yella bone built to run in the Kentucky Derby
She got some nice soup coolers with suction like a Kirby
And on the other side I got a 5-10 caramel cuty
With hair down to her booty and big titys like Tootie
Now we all gone in our zone off that sticky and brown liquor
They both whispering in my ear ask’in when I’m gonna stick her
So I’m bout to take ‘em both home and run right through it
It ain’t easy being Supa but somebody gotta do it

A Starter

I got this shorthaired Asian chick
Pretty face, extra thick
Long legs, juicy lips
And trust me, she can work them hips
Soft skin, dark eyes
Man I love her curvy thighs
The t-shirt she sleep in says, “I take my wood Supa Sized!!!”

I met her in the mall one day when I was on it
She looked me dead in my eyes and said, “I can tell you want it…
And if you play your cards right, baby you can get it. I hope you’re not the type of dude that cut it once and quite it…”

We been the best of cutty buddies every since then
I don’t keep count of episodes but I think I cut at least ten…times
And she knows she ain’t the only one
But she ain’t into tripp’in; she’s just in it for the Supa fun

Word to L, it feels wicked when I stick it
I’m the dog, she’s the cat and she love it when I sick it
She loves to take it from the back when she’s on all fours
She yells, “Get it Supa, get it cause you know that thang is yours!!!”

red,black, & green

red is for the color that flows when I crack his head

black is for the color of his eyes when he's dead

green is for the color of the loot that I'm paid after he's dead and I piss on his head

another Supa short

giraffe on my left pocket
sticky in my right
lighter in the front
sweet already rolled tight
i’m in my one-man cipher
bout to turn pyromaniac
i’m similar to a molotov
but i mix my fire with some cognac

Notorious B.I.G “Want That Old Thing Back” inspired joint

When it’s time to cut, it’s Boom-Aye! Like the Rumble in the Jungle!
You gone let me beat,beat,beat,beat,beat; and make that thang mumble
Whether you’re on your stomach or on your back
Supa cut it so you keep comm’in back

I got a fresh pack of Magnums in the bottom of my backpack
And of course I got the filler for that
First I’ll cut it swift with a sharp blade gift
Hit you with the Supa stick, make your heart skip

Here we go, here we go, I’m bout to cut it real slow
I got that Supa stroke that make your thang purr for mo
So recognize the wood size in these SDI* jeans
I wear size fifteens, know what I mean?
*(SDI-SupaDupa International)

Snoop's "Gin&Juice" inspired joint

With so much shit in the world these days
Its gett’in hard to maintain my SupaDupa ways
But I, somehow, some way
Keep com’in up with sticky-icky sacks of that bomb ass hay
May I, put up a little something in the air
And, blow my mind like I just don’t care, cause
It’s two in the morn’in and the session’s still go’in
Cause my kids ain’t home
I got Sativa in the living room gett’in it on
And she ain’t leaving till the sticky’s all gone.
Shit, so what you wanna do? Hhhmmm…
I got a pocket full of Swishers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and blaze the dro...
Give my girl Sativa room cause she's about to blow
So...we gone burn a zone to this
Put some fire to that ass and in a second we gone float to this

let 'em hate

I know that sometimes you get frustrated
Feels like your life has always been hated
On, with all your plans to enhance,
And advance your circumstance
And your chance just rolled by while you were caught-up in debate
Wrestling the hate and trying to set shit straight
And then you reach your destination
But soon you find yourself in deep frustration
Because you got there late,
And if you know chance, you know that it don’t wait
You gotta catch it when it’s there cause it's ghost if you’re late,
Chance ain’t gone wait;
It moves around and hustles to the next destination
Where there ain’t no hesitation
So my advise to you is stay true to you
Don’t waste time trying to control what the haters do
Plan your work and work your plans
And what you can’t control, put in larger hands
Cause if you get caught-up in what them haters do
You will miss your opportunity to be all that is you

Isley Brothers "Footsteps" inspiered joint

I can’t be for sure
Can that sticky I burned ten hours ago still endure?
Do I, really care? No, No
I feel so good like I knew I would, and baby I’m there

I keep taste’in fruit cups baby
When I spark, when I spark
Why? I keep taste’in fruit cups baby
When I spark, when I spark

My mind, trips now and then
Think’in should I stop or get blowed somemoe, but girl you win
Killa smoke, makes my eyes red
Sativa’s got me blowed like thick soup coolers, on my head

I keep taste’in fruit cups baby
When I spark, Oh when I spark
Why? I keep taste’in fruit cups baby
When I spark, Oh when I sparrrrk

Sativa, you sho ain’t fuck’in around
You got me think’in bout buy’in a pound
And you know that I’ll be right there, right there
With all that good love’in you got, why would I go elsewhere?

Sativa&me

I was roll’in in my ride with Sativa the other night, just listening to the radio when “Bonita Applebum” came on followed by “Like U” by Bow Wow and Ciara..

I took a long pull from Sativa and looked at her as I flicked some ash off of her and I said…
“Baby I just rolled you…
And now I’m burn’in you…
And I feel good because I did the two…
I want to let you know, right damn now…
Baby, you are the BOMB!
Sativa you da bomb, you got my head sprung
Sativa you da bomb, you got my head sprung
Sativa you da bomb, you got my head sprung
Sativa…Sativa…Sativa…”

I took another long pull and Sativa started talking back to me…and she said…
”Supa baby, I ain’t never had nobody roll me up as fat as you done rolled me
And the special way I feel when you blow me
We gone always burn together baby that’s what you told me
And I believe it cause I ain’t never had no nigga do me like you…”

manifesto #1

in my one-man circle i’m known as the lone chiefa
i burn all types of green from KB to reg. reefa
i done bought so many sweets i should have stock in Swisher International
i’m talk’in bout years of burn’in trees, some might think that irrational
but fuck it, i’ma keep burn’in trees and drink’in that brown liquor too
this is a little manifesto from Big Supa to you

Trick Daddy made me do it!

I don’t know where yall niggaz gonna be
But I’ll tell you one thing, I’ma keep Sativa next to me
Baby cause I’ma stay blowed
All day every day
Baby cause I’ma stay blowed
Couldn’t change for the world
Oh no, cause I’ma stay blowed
That’s right you heard
Baby cause I’ma stay blowed
Uh huh oh yeah...

another Supa short

my people call me Supa and i stand six-eight
yea i used to hoop, but don’t concentrate
on that, lets concentrate on the “SPLAT-TAT!”
that’s the sound we gonna hear when i cut that cat
and i see that it’s kinda fat, push’in on them tights
come by my Supa gym shorty, we can work it out all night
that thing will get beat up like a 12 round fight
you’ll be float’in like a butterfly
while I’m sting’in it like a bee
and when it’s all said and done
you gon always remember me,
that sharp cutt'in sushi chef, SupaDupa to da G.

Gorilla Zoe “Lost” inspired joint

I…I…I’ma need counseling
I lost my new sack of sticky and I can’t fuck’in find it
I’m usually so well adjusted
But now I’m straight-up disgusted
Supa Nate, I’m not do’in so great
Sativa’s call’in out my name but I can’t navigate

She’s lost and she’s cold
And I…I…I don’t know where my girl could be
But…but I’ma keep a cigarillo with me, in case I find her see

She’s lost and she’s cold
And I don’t know where she might be
Sativa keep call’in out to me
And I’ma bring you…I’ma bring you back to me

OutKast’s “Liberation” inspired joint

There’s a…there’s a…there’s a fine…line and you damn straight that I’m on it…
Ya…yeah…yeahhhh…
There’s a fine line between blowed and throwed and see I can’t wait too late, but baby I’m on it…
There’s a fine line between blowed and throwed and see I can’t wait too late, but baby I’m on it…

To hold my wood grain straight through the smoke and drank you see, it takes concentration and baby I’m on it…
I said to hold my wood grain straight through the smoke and drank you see, it takes concentration and baby I’m on it…

Let me hit it…let me hit it…let me hit it…Oooooo
Awww…aww…aww…aww…

My head is so high; my eyes are so tight from fuck’in with…from fuck’in with all of them sticky greens…
I add that brown liquor to the mix and it’s on, I’m in my zone, I feel like I’ma fly awayyyy…

Oh damn I’m so throwed, I’m so throwed, my body feels like I burned the whole damn sack on my owwwwn…all on my owwwwn…
I want my hommies to rise with me, that’s why I’m save’in some of this kill
Cause I don’t wanna burn alone…I don’t wanna burn alone…

Flick that ash off, puff, flick that ash off (16X)

Some people don’t see that I’ma SupaStar
They say ‘If your so Supa where’s your fancy car?’
I wanna say waite!; but really I don’t give a damn
The only one’s that I put-on for is my Supa Fam
All I really wanna do is show the world my heart
But some choose to tripp and sleep on my art