Human League “Fascination” inspired short

And so the killa flowers burned
Until the sun went down
Then many positions were learned
And there were
Deep feeling and fascinations
Smash’in cookies
Stroke so strong
Deep feeling and fascinations
Knock’in the bottom out the box
She came Supa long

America's "A Horse With No Name" inspired joint

"A CHICK WITH NO NAME"

When I first stepped into the club
I was look’in at all the souls
There were thicks and thins and dimes and things
There were titties and tats and rings
The first thing I met was a pearl with no string
And the bush with no grass
The oil was slick and the thighs were thick
But the lips were turned down

 I was in the shaker club with a chick with no name

She said, “It’s good to be out of the rain!
Over here, I can almost remember my name
‘Cause there ain’t nobody try’in to smack the shit out this thang.”
La la la la la la, la la la, la la
La la la la la la, la la la, la la

 After two days in her tiger lily

My green began to turn red
After three days in her tiger lily
I was sink’in her water bed
And the story it told was of episodes of old
Made me blue to think one day I’d be dead

 You see I was in the shaker club with a chick with no name

She said, “It’s good to be out of the rain!
Over here, I can almost remember my name
‘Cause there ain’t nobody try’in to smack the shit out this thang.”
La la la la la la, la la la, la la
La la la la la la, la la la, la la

 After nine days I let the cat run free

‘Cause it was time to get back to the scene
There were thicks and thins and dimes and things
There were titties and tats and rings
The shaker club is like a bitch with no pulse in her veins
And a perfect disguise of love
Under the flashing lights her heart is made of stone
And there is no brain to sooth sore bones

 You see I was in the shaker club with a chick with no name

She said, “It’s good to be out of the rain!
Over here, I can almost remember my name
‘Cause there ain’t nobody try’in to smack the shit out this thang
La la la la la la, la la la, la la
La la la la la la, la la la, la la

 

 

pain

is this what it’s all about?
building big ass bonfires just to watch ‘em burn out?
the shit was ablaze but now it’s lukewarm ash
and the controversy in the verses is usually over cash
if the other road was chose where would we be?
but then the whole world would be fucked, that i can’t see
so do we keep push’in on to find the joy in the pain?
and relish the sunny days, but still dance in the rain?

1st round

Man fuck it, I’m on one, and I’m drink’in brew too
And them dimes keep push’in up, now what’s a pimp to do?
But you know I’m not a pimp, but I always go in the top five
And I’m steady get’in chose by them dimes that go live

bitch

Life is a bitch and right now she’s a tease
She knows how much I want to get up in that thang and just skeez
Stroke and tease, make her cum multi-please, and when it’s my turn I’ll splatter ovaries
But she just shake it in my face, steady make’in  it drop and twerk
I dream about kill’in her from the back every morn’in on my way to work
I promise myself almost everyday, “today is the day that that I make her turn my way”
But she’s always focused on another nigga shine… so it’s clip in 9, YO! I gotta get mine!
Then I get distracted by all that ass and thick hips, face like a goddess, overflowing lips
She makes me put my gat down and pick up my word game
I’m gonna write to that bitch and make her broadcast my name

medi(c)tations

as i sit under palm trees, trying to catch a breeze

thinking, “I wish I had a bad bitch to juggle these…”

with the sun shining on me and me shining right back

birds chirping, bees buzzing, “Damn, I wish I had a sack!”

so i close my eyes to meditate, but sex is all i see

her body is like an exotic car, and my dick is the key

i try harder to clear my mind, sleep begins to creep

next thing i know i’m counting the dead, fuck a fluffy sheep

i’m sitting on a billion, still trying to gather more

oh, to be fly like Dubai and build an island off shore

palm trees and cool breeze, exotic herb and sandy knees

grey matter and brown liquor, tiger lilly tease

good look

Feel'in sun rays as I look upon the man in the mirror
I’m reflect’in on myself, shit is start’in to get clearer
Grey creep’in at my temples, solar trips keep add’in up
So every day is like my born date, everready is my cup
At times I drink too deeply and wake up out of state
Think’in about my pops and wonder if his could be my fate
But fuck that, I got way too much love in my life
So I’ma keep dance’in in the rain with my seeds and my wife
Life could be better, but I be damned if it ain’t good
Food, clothing, shelter, and knowledge live abundant in my hood
So I’ma keep show’in, and prove’in, and build’in in this joint
And I’ma keep a sharp pencil so you can keep get’in my point

“Bitches Ain't Shit” inspired trip

Man, your chick is a self-described hoe and a trick

She licked on my nuts and sucked my dick

I kicked her the fuck out after I came

And then you took that hoe back just like a fuck’in lame

 I used to call your chick Shorty Crazy Brain

She used to suck me dumb, so I called her Crazy Brain

The pink was the bomb too; I beat it till it turned blue

I used to bust on her back, then I let that bird fly back to you

killa shade

I spent many-a-year sit’in under killa trees
Shad from them toxic clouds helped cool the breeze
“Man, don’t ask to hit it cause you didn’t put in on these…”
Most of my  missions were on a Supa solo tip
Them flowers and brown had life move’in at a Supa slowmo clip
At times I was on some ill type shit like the script was about to flip
“If I should die before the end of my bake,
Roll up the rest of that shit and burn it at my wake,
Tell my queen and my seeds I’ll see ‘em on the other side
And tell all my jump-offs that they dude had to ride.”

short

yea it’s been a minute, your dude still up in it
you know Supa represent from ’73 til infinit
i’m still drop’in poems strictly for the love of it
similar to time hommie, I’ma never ever quit

short

you can stay in that trap hommie, i bees in the cuts
while you move’in weight all night, i’m in your girl bust’in nuts
she be call’in me that nigga, and give’in me that good dome
i hit it again in the morning, and i’m ghost by the time you get home

Memorial Monday

“What’s up Dr. Bryant? How you do’in today?”
“Enough with the Dr. stuff Quinn; I told you that you can call me Monica. And I’m fine, how are you?”
“I’m good, Monica.”
“So, at the end of our last visit you were about to tell me about 'Memorial Monday.' Can you continue?”
“Well, to jump right into it, she was dome’in yo boy and then my hommie slid in from the back and started bang’in that ass.”
“Really? She sounds like she was quite the woman.”
“Word, she just kept on give’in me brain like a pro; that shit was good too. I didn’t even feel any teeth until she started to cum.”
“Were you frightened that she was going to hurt you?’
“Nah, not really. It was some weird shit though cause I was a little shook about her bite’in my shit but it was kinda exciting at the same time.”
“Exciting in what way?”
“I don’t know how to explain it, but when she started to cum it just made me want to go deeper down her throat.”
“I see. You mentioned something about her husband, can you explain?”
“Yea, it was the weirdest shit that I have ever been a part of. He was there the whole time, watch’in his woman suck dicks and get’in hit from behind. I wasn’t with it at first but when she turned to me and asked if I wanted to get sucked off I just went with it.”
“And what was the husband doing while all of this was going on?”
“He just sat in the corner and jacked-off.”
“Really?”
“Word, craziest shit I have ever seen. After I came and she moved on to the next man, her husband got up and went to the restroom. I was like, ‘Ohhh Shit! This muthafucka is gonna come out shoot’in or some shit!!!’ So I moved to the end of the couch that was close to the slid’in glass door. If he came out shoot’in or something I was going to dash out.”
“So what happened when he came back?”
“He just sat back down, pulled out his little dick, and started to beat it again.”
“Did you have intercourse with her too?”
“Nah, I just got brained up.”
"Really, why didn't you have intercourse with her?"
"I just wasn't in the mood for any Strange  that night."
“How many of you did she do?”
“There were five of us, but only three hit.”
“So how did it all end?’
“That was some other shit. She went to the rest room and washed up and shit. When she came out it was like an end of a business meeting or something. She gave everyone her number, shook our hands, and asked us to call her.  And her husband started shaking hands too.”
“Did you shake his hand?”
“Hell yea, I had to. I looked that crazy muthafucka right in the eyes and gave him a firm shake. I really wanted to ask him how he could sit there like that and watch his lady go off like she did, but I kept it to myself.”
“So did you ever see them again?”
“Yea, but I have to save that for the next visit. I gotta bounce to scoop the seeds.”
“Oh wow, I didn't notice that we have been here an hour already. I'll see you in two weeks Quinn.”
“OK, peace Dr---, I mean, see you then Monica.”

short

Gin&Tonic and chronic had me feel’in bionic
Then I got up in that dime’s ass like a Supa colonic
I beat it up for about half an hour, then I killed that cat for another
When we were through she served me brain&brew, word to yo mother

daily devotioal

Up before the sun; wipe the crust out my eyes
Look in the mirror and straight start tell’in lies
“You gone get it today, it’s your time to shine!”
Shit, I'm sick and tired of the back of the fuck’in line
I’m start’in to feel too old to be feel’in like this
Can’t miss what you never had, but them millions I miss
When will I get to Paris? Where are my ill ass rides?
Will I build my dream home, with that gym inside?
How them fake muthafuckas make it and I’m stuck on struggle?
Where are my thick ass dimes that are down for the two ball juggle?
I gotta get it, I gotta get it, I gotta get before I die
You say I’ma die broke? You a muthafuck’in lie...

on some Special Ed ish

Think, just blink, and I’ll smash your chick three times
Just imagine in you blinked three times
Damn, she’d be cum’in and cum’in and cum’in…

In Candy, In Candy by Trapper Don da MC

Those of you that are old enough may remember the80s television drama about a doctor named Trapper John, M.D. Well, I came up with some funny ass shit yesterday. I thought up a new “Trap Rapper” persona; Trapper Don da MC. Trapper Don da MC recently wrote a new song called In Candy, In Candy. You wanna hear it? Here it go…

I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy. I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy.
I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy. I said, I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy.
My hommie grip’in grain and switch’in lanes, I’m in the back seat
Got this thick ass dime named Candy steady bounce’in on the Don’s meat
Candy paint drip’in on the slab, crome Js on the feet
Before we started smash’in, we burned down a fat sweet
I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy. I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy.
I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy. I said, I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy.
After Candy came she blew me, and I skeet, skeet, skeeted in her face
She got cleaned up, we got purple leaned up, then I dropped her off at her place
Around my way this type of shit goes down all day, every day
So if you call and ask what I’m do’in, don’t be surprised if I say,
I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy. I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy.
I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy. I said, I’m ride’in around in Candy, in candy.

lost short circa 2010

i was lay’in back in the lab smoke’in on some fire buddha
drink’in brown liquor and eat’in saltines and gouda
i got a text from a dime that’s been die’in for me to shoot her
with my SupaDupa sized SupaDupa pink thang shooter
she said, “Supa, I want you to punish it like Big Pun!!!
This thang needs a beat’in and think you got the right one…”
i became sort of perplexed as to what to do next
cause my bona fide caught my vibe and she was looking rather vexted

skunk

I was driving home the other day with my wife in the passenger seat when we drove past a dead skunk. She immediately let her window up but I pushed my window down. She asked what was wrong with me that I would let my window down to smell a dead skunk.
I began to try to explain to her that the smell of that skunk reminded me of some bomb ass weed that me and my hommies used to smoke when we were in college. She asked how I could smoke something that smelled like a dead animal. I tried to explain that the weed didn’t smell like a dead animal, it smelled like the skunk’s stench.
She still didn’t understand, she couldn’t fathom how I could have fond memories of something that smelled like skunk spray. No matter how I tried to describe, she did not get it. I grew tired of trying to explain it to her so I changed the topic of conversation. But, before I got too far down the road I inhaled deeply and remembered those bomb ass sacks of skunk weed from the mid-90s.

another ep

She claimed that she wasn’t choosy, but she still picked me
She said, “You a big nigga, show me how you throw that D!”
You know I D’d that ass up like that grizzly Marc Gasol
Then I folded her like origami and bounced her Off the Wall
I told her that I wasn’t like other guys, then went straight Thriller on that ass
Now we go ride’in every Thursday in her man’s S-Class

another Supa short

i’m known to light shit up big like the 4th of July
pour-up some brown liquor and watch me write my fuck’in name in the sky
got your girl on Priceline book’in a seat because i’m just that fly
i told her to bring her girlfriend, we can chill and get SupaDupa high

one July day in Texas

“Ooohh baby, it smells good-than-a-muthafucka in here!!!”


“Thank you honey, want a beer?”

“Hell yea, I been out in that hot ass Texas sun fuck’in with your car all day; I need a cold brew!”

“Sit down; I’ll fix you a plate too… Here you go honey.”

“What the fuck is this shit???”

“What?”

“This shit that you put on my plate?”

“Smothered pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans.”

“Bitch, you know I don’t eat no fuck’in swine!!! I done told your ass that I don’t eat no fuck’in swine!!!”

“That’s not swine baby, those are pork chops…”

“You know what??? I gotta go…”

“Where you go’in baby?”

“I’m going to my other bitch’s house; she knows what her nigga likes to eat…”

another ep

So I hit it, not just to say I did it, I wasn't committed
I just wanted to know how she would act when I’m up in it
At first she was like, “Ohh baby, that thang’s too big!” And then she got acclimated
That pink panther stretched out and my SupaMan was accommodated
It got good too her and she started scratch’in at my chest
Then I put her on all fours, and I laid that cat to rest
She came three times and said, “Supa, you the whole thing!”
Then she put that grey matter on my joint and treated me like a king

one hundred dollar bill

It was back in my dark days, early 21st century; I was depressed and constantly smoking herb and cigarettes. I was in the grocery store about to pay a bill; there was this old woman at the counter next to me digging through her purse for something. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her drop something that looked like green paper. I looked down and it was a one hundred dollar bill. I quickly looked up at the lady and she was still digging through her purse, totally oblivious of the BenFrank that just fell out of her purse. I took a side step in her direction and placed the sole of my right shoe on top of the money, totally covering it. I slid my foot back over to the left and remained cool. As the teller was processing my bill, and the old lady was still looking for something in her purse, I knelt down and picked up the money and slipped it into my pocket.


I walked out of the store feeling good; I was high, and I had just come up on a hundred dollars. Those good feelings quickly turned to shame and misery. After I got home, a few hours later, I began to think about what I had done. I took that old woman’s hard earned money. She could have needed that to pay for medication, or a bill, or food. I began to think about my grandmother and how hard she worked for what she had. How would she have felt about losing, rather having her money stolen by some smoked out and depressed asshole? I was sick, and there was no way of finding that old lady to give her money back. The moment wore off but the bad taste never left my mouth. I was ashamed of myself for taking that old lady’s money. It felt like a cloud was constantly over my head. The fact that I shopped at that same store quite often did not make things any better. Every time something went wrong and money was involved I thought about that one hundred dollar bill. I started to think that I had cursed my family by taking that money.

I carried that shit around with me for about nine years. I did not think about it every day, but it was there. One day I got an idea; I’ll take one hundred dollars out of my next check and give it so some random old lady. I got paid on the following Friday, and after I cashed my check I headed to the store. I walked the aisles looking for an old Black lady. I found one in the meat section, by the ground beef. I walked up and said, “Excuse me mam, but do you believe in karma?”

She gave me a kind of blank, scared look and said, “Who?”

“Never mind, I found some money right here in this store some years ago and now I would like to pass it on to someone. Can I give it to you?”

“Sure, I guess…”

I placed the crisp one hundred dollar bill in her palm, “Thank you mam!”

“Thank you!” She replied.

I walked away and didn’t look back.

another Supa short

I was just chill’in roll’in up the "roll-o"
About to smog out the candy Chevy "4-doe"
When little momma sent me a suggestive photo
Of her pretty-in-pink, got me to think’in, so
I made a quick U-turn at the intersection
Stopped by CVS and got the Magnum protection
Got to her house, she put her brain on my erection
About an hour later I had another dime in my collection

LL inspired short

When we’re alone in her room, I’m beat’in down sugar walls
I know her roommate is sick and tired of hearing my name being called
Tell’in me that I’m that Nigga and I smash it so good
She calls me Supa da lumberjack cause I bring muchwood

There I was kill’in old girl from the back
When her roommate came in and asked, “Can I have a crack!”
For the first time that night I didn’t know what to do
Cause the protection I was wearing was fill’in up with goo
“I need a new glove…”

my tool

my right wrist gets a little heavy but it’s not from any bling
it’s from constantly hold’in my tool and make’in it sing
steady buck’in at snakes and backward star
even them lost ass hoes that wanna fuck a nigga’s car
at times i buck at the sun cause it shines like me
but my bullets never reach it so like Paul i let it be
i used to blow my mind and let my tool go to work
now days that natural high makes that muthafucka twerk
i could fill a whole library with the work that we put in
cause the tool I speak about is a ball point pen

short flow

I got a big fat nasty muthafuck’in problem to deal with
Some dudes that I used to build with
Been perfom’in demolition behind my muthafuck’in back
Make me wanna grab my blade and cut off their fuck’in sacks
I heard them bitch ass suns-a-bitchis plan to snuff me for my jewels
I’m headed to my stash spot to get a couple-a tools
I’ma send ‘em back to the essence if they even look at me the wrong way
They think I’m quick work, but I’ma give them boys a long day

to the rescue

Word to my momma, I was roll’in down Highsmith about leven-thirty one night after get’in some pussy from Maria when this big muthfucka ran out from between two cribs. All he had on was a towel, socks, and a watch. I was about to burn off but when I got closer on him I could see the blood run’in froma bullet hole in his back. I thought to myself, "This good Samaritan shit is gonna catch up with you one day." But hommie was shook and all I could think about was my brother out there alone when they got him.

“Yo hommie, you need a ride?”
“Hell Yea!”
“Jump in the back and try not to bleed all over my seat.”
“Bleed?”
He jumped in and we burned off, headed to County Trauma.
The adrenalin must have started to wear off because he started talking about his back hurting.
“Aw fuck, my back feels like somebody stabbed me with something.”
“Looks like you got shot…”
“Shot??? So that muthafucka got to me afterall…”
“I saw the blood run’in out of the hole when I pulled up on you. What happened?”
“Man, I met this dime at the gym and she wanted to fuck, so I rode with her to her place to smash. I was kill’in it from the back and she was cum’in all loud and shit when this muthafucka ran in the room and started yell’in and cuss’in and shit. I jumped up out the pussy just in time to meet his fist with my chin. I fell backwards and got right back up. He was point’in a fuck’in tool at me then; I thought I was gonna die right there man.”
“Damn, how did you get out of that shit?”
“I had to take a chance or die, so I rushed his ass and punched him in the neck. He went down and I ran out the room. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and hit the door. I heard someth’in that sounded like three loud claps while I was jump’in the back fence but I wasn’t try’in to find out what that shit was.”
“Well one of them shits got you.”
“I can really feel that shit now... Where we going?”
“County Trauma…”
“Bet…”

Set'in Up

“Damn, I don’t know why I asked you to come in on this shit.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t like doing dirt with other muthafuckas anymore. The last time I did, my business was all over. Muthafuckas was coming up to me asking all kinds of questions and shit.”

“So you think I’m going to tell somebody?’

“No, I just promised myself that I would move solo from then out. But if you did tell, I’d shoot your sister in her fake titties.”

“That’s fucked up man; she saved up for two years to get those. What did you do to him anyway?”

“Who?”

“Your hommie that ran his mouth?”

“I didn’t do shit. There was no agreement going into it, so he broke no code. You can’t blame a muthafucka for running his mouth if you didn’t tell him not to run it.”

“Yea, but weren’t you pissed?’

“Hell yea I was pissed, but he was my hommie. I just cut him out of my movements and went dolo.”

“You didn’t catch any heat from him telling about the job?”

“No, it wasn’t a job, we just came up on some strange together.”

“Oh, your old lady didn’t hear about it?”

“No, but I was going to shoot old boy if she would have started trip’in.”

“You would have taken your hommie out over that?”

“No, I was just going to shoot him in the ass for being such a fuckup.
But this shit is different, I got trust funds to set up after this. No time for fuck’in up dude.”

“You know me, I got this.”

“You betta, cause I’m not trying to spend any time in jail. I’ll…”

“What? You’ll do what?”

“Nevermind that, let’s just focus on the task at hand. Now when the bitch come out, you run up on her and punch her in the gut as hard as you can. She doesn’t wear panties and them things are going to shoot out of both holes. Grab the shit and run. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I’ll meet you at the spot at nine.”

“Nine, no doubt.”

Starship

“You are my starship

Come take me up tonight

And don’t be late

Yes, you are my starship

Come take me up tonight

And don’t be late

And don’t you come too soon”

--- Norman Connors

Regal

I really want to get to know you

So many things I can show you

Me and you can be forever girl

Let me show you around my world

Then maybe we can travel together

Start off the same time and cum together

I’ll plant them seeds in your fertile earth

And with time we’ll celebrate a royal birth

"S"

I got an S on my chest, but it aint what you think
It’s to hip them dimes that I go Supa in the pink
Call me the Cookie Monster cause all I do is crush
French Vanilla to Dark Chocolate, I make ‘em blush
Just like an alcoholic; I got a bad habit
When that Supa model come by, you know I gotta stab it
I like to touch and tease, put her on her knees
After about 30 min, I let it go and just ease

trip'in

Fuck with me man, or try to fuck against me
But if you try to fuck against me there won’t be shit “betwinst” me
And my loud mouth hommie that love ta spit hot rocks and fire
He’s like that gold watch; when he comes around muthafuckas retire
I’m not say’in this to act hard, I’m just state’in pure fact
Step to me wrong and that ass will get straight wacked
I’ll bust you with a hollow point and splatter graffiti on the wall
And everybody will walk by and say, “He fucked with Supa, that was his downfall…”

new short

like a sea vessel free on the ocean, my mind’s adrift
i barely remember the time, cause i burned a gang of piff
had to put out the fire, but still down them brown 5ths
add a black&mild to the mix and get a mellow kinda lift
don’t hoop any more but i’m still slim and hella swift
i feel the hate of 30 eyes; my swag got your whole crew miffed
yall should protect your necks, pump yo breaks, and start to downshift
or get massacred in front of your whole hood and everybody plead the 5th

money gone blues

I can feel the departure of my easy earned loot


Feels like I got a blind fold on and somebody is yelling, “Shoot!”

That muthafucka named Sam is straight molest’in my pockets

Make’s me wanna put some fire to his ass and blast him off like a rocket

OOOOOO HOOOOO, I got that money gone blues

OOOOOO HOOOOO, my baby needs a new pair of shoes

OOOOOO HOOOOO, I got that money gone blues

I’m bout ta grab my gat and make the even’in news

on it

like Red Man, “I been a weirdo since the dr said push…”
they should have never introduced me to that killa named Kush
cause we straight go together like play’in hard and win’in
and after I get my head up, it’s time for some skin’in
i’m not say’in hide your girl, but you better lock her down
if she steps to the Supa, i’ll spin her head like a merry-go-round
better yet a carousel, as she rides that Black horse
then we’ll roll some green, like we on a golf course
but don’t worry, when I’m done I’ll send her back to your side
and she’ll tell all of her friends about her SupaStar ride

lifestyles

i hope you all have candy coated dreams and big booty wishes,


like wide body slabs sit’in on Js and thick assed go live bitc***…

Brazil

i have always loved Brazil

it seems as though it beckons me

"come...come and be with me

come climb my mountains

come discover my valleys

come feel my warmth

come swim my waters

i am yours..."

shark fins (a haiku)

stolen from the sea

sundried on Hong Kong marble

almost time for soup

Hot Chocolate

My love is named Chocolate and she is bad as hell

Tall, fine, and graceful; she moves like a gazelle

Her skin is as smooth as silk; she is shaped like an hourglass

She has breasts as firm as melons, and Ohh what a wonderful ass

Her wisdom has no equal; she shines like the brightest star

She is the woman that ladies want to be, needless to say she sets the bar

Her smile brightens my day, and her body keeps me up at night

With her, nothing is difficult, she makes everything all right

She is the woman of many dreams and the lady of much desire

I keep my bedroom icecold because her love is hot like fire

If this world were mine, I’d give it all to my love

We were made for each other; we fit like hand and glove

If she were your woman, you would do for her like I do

Just look at her, damn she bad!!! And her momma got ass too…

The Struggle

my little brother got an A-K, i got a Teck-9

them other kids got rice, yo i gotta get mine

mom and dad caught Ebola, my little sis got the SLIMS

you ain't gon find me in church singing no damn hymns

i gotta do it for my people if i don't who will?

DeBeers took our diamonds now we rob and steal

when them other clans try to step we take 'em out

we let these slugs do the talk'in no more scream and shout

i know my world is fucked up, i'm always hungry and cold

but what more can i ask for...i'm only twelve years old

Black Flower (a haiku)

Black queen of my dreams

I hear you calling to me,

“Come my king, be mine.”

what's up?

Supa smack a stripper’s ass with an umbrella, fuck make’in it rain
I put her in the buck and bring the thunder while she hollas my name
I never front for other niggas; I’m just not that kind of dude
And if you’re a chicken head keep step’in, I don’t mean to be rude
But my time is like my money, I’m steady burn’in ‘em up
So I spend my time straight pocket’in dimes, that’s what’s up

heaven bound

back seat of my ride, i got the drapes down
killa just got sparked, i’m pass'in it around
my one man cipher
man fuck it i’m a lifer
i’ma get high ‘til it kills me, does that make me heaven bound?

2013; hommie, time to build
40 trips around the sun and still climbing up hill
Got my seeds on my back, my queen by my side
I’m like Shaka, ready for war, yall betta run and hide
Cause I’ma fuck up anything stand’in in my way
If you’re on some stop-a-nigga’s-flow kinda shit, my tool wants ta say HEY!!!

spawn

i been up all night smoke’in skunk and drink’in yak
if i close my eyes i feel like i might never make it back
to this reality, one of the other ones might lock me down
matter of fact, shut up a second…did you hear that fuck’in sound?
i’m paranoid and not sure how much longer I can hold it together
this warm sunshine is being overcome by some cold dark weather
it’s get’in chilly up in this joint, nigga i’m afraid that bitch is come’in
you see, the devil ain’t a dude; she’s a big booty ass woman
with big titties, thick thighs, and some bloody red lips
and she is look’in for your nigga, try’in to give me all her chips
and in return she wants my soul on a one way trip
down to that cold ass place, some people call it hell
she wants me to fuck her forever, in her dirty snatch that smells
of death and disease, pestilence and sick plague
so I can splatter her ovaries and fertilize her evil eggs
she plans to populate the earth with an army of evil sons-a-bitches
spawned from a nigga with a Supa dick and a woman with an eternity of riches

another Supa short

I stay strapped up like a 5th wheel
Like that little pig I make ‘em squeal
After I bust and shower my wheels peel
Off to the next epp they know the deal
I’m a SupaMan they can’t hold me down
I don’t disrespect and I don’t clown
Like a high stakes game I lay ‘em down
I keep ‘em cum’in, I love the sound
Like Tupac baby I get around

trip'in again

up in the club with front’in niggas; fake jewels, fake tools, look’in like straight fools
i’m straight t-shirt and jeans with some running shoes
they front’in on me like an Outkast
cause my jeans don’t sag down past my ass
and i ain’t never lived in no trap
and they sick cause big booty dimes keep dance’in in my lap
while they deal’in with a crew of chickens
i’m surrounded by stallions that’s down for Supa lick’in
later on call me Jason Voorhees cause i’ma straight stick ‘em
back seat of my slab, we swing episodes
they call me the cement man cause i cum in heavy loads
i love ‘em thick thighed with legs bowed
and some wide ass hips so I can hit it and hold
then I flip ‘em over and they let me fold
their legs behind their ears call it origami
i leave sheets and weaves in shambles like a tsunami
got that pink all red like they turned commie
they call a nigga a week later want’in more Supa salami

cars-n-stars

I walk like a SupaStar, talk like a SupaStar
The only thing I’m miss’in is a muthafuckin super car
But they would probably try to put your boy in jail
Cause I’d have that thang going down 130 like a bat out of hell
Really, I just want an old school 4 door Chevy
With Benz silver candy drip’in and Js on the feet sit’in heavy
Scoop my mommasita and drive her down to the levy
And cut her by the water while we bump Bell, Biv, and Devy
Oops, I meant Devoe
I should probably let yall know
That I been take’in shots of that green liquorice
So shit is move’in kinda slow
Like my slab on the highway at 3AM straight switch’in from lane to lane
While I burn that good and shorty work my wood to Destiny’s Child “Say My Name”
With the moon roof open, and I'm steady scope'in upon them shoot'in stars
Between the killa and her grey matter; I'm so high I should be float'in on Mars

short

i used to be a trippy Nigga, now i’m borderline alcoholic
my kidneys are sore, but still i pour, shit i can’t call it
i could blame it on my daddy for spend’in all his time in that glass well
but i’m a grown ass man, i run this show, and that nigga is sit’in in hell
i really wish i could burn again, then i’d put that bottle down
but i got seeds to feed and needs to meet; i can’t let that random test clown

Shorty Tried To Treat Me Like A Stamp

she thought she could make me stick around by licking me up and down,

but I told her, “shorty, once you lick me you gotta send me off to your friends, after I circulate a little I might come back to sender…”
she didn’t like that shit…

short

Inseparable, she moved in after three weeks
We lived like the Isleys, between the sheets
It was just the two of us… Bill Withers? Word…
Life got going then there was a third
then a fourth, then a fifth
I never got mine but, now I’m their gift
It’s like a dream come true when a little version of you
Jump up and run to hug and say “Daddy I Love You”
Now that’s the real shit, no matter how much loot I get
If my seeds ain’t with me, Sun, I don’t have shit