roll'in

I'm a wolf like Yela
But my pack runs one deep
Whether I'm early worm get'in it
Or on a late night creep creep
No matter if I roll a hooptie or a new ride
An old school Chevy or a Hummer jeep
When I pull up the dimes come run'in
I don't even have to "beep-beep"

still flow'in

I keep shit sewed like a sweatshop
Like crack I'll blast that ass straight to the tip top
I recognize your chick cause she used to do that bop-bop,
in the back seat of my hommies old school drop top
Man I'm so Supa I just can't stop
Cut me and I'll straight bleed hip hop,
and a small trace of THC,
and some poetry,
mixed with a little BarbaraG and JD
Yall muthafuckas don't want no shit with me
I'm nonviolent but a killa runs my psyche
So don't push me or you'll be a piece of fruit on that strange tree

"I mean, I don't know what the fuss is about. I mean, everything in the world loves you. White men love you. They spend so much time worrying about your penis they forget their own...And white women? They chase you all to every corner of the earth, feel for you under every bed...Colored women worry themselves into bad health just trying to hang on to your cuffs. Even little children-white and black, boys and girls- spend all their childhood eating their hearts out 'cause they think you don't love them. And if that ain't enough, you love yourselves. Nothing in the world loves a black man more than another black man...
It looks to me like you are the envy of the world."

-from Sula,
a novel by Toni Morrison