some think

some think i represent the law because i got long arms
some think i’m broke because i don’t floss them bling charms
some think i’m a thug because i got a G on my chest
some think i’m conceited because i feel i’m the best
some think i’m still a baller because i stand 6’eight
some think i’m a dog because i kick it with Nate
some think i’m weird because i live in the ATX
some think i’m still wrong because i smashed and hollered, “Who’s Next?”
some think i’m crazy because i like to run circles around the lake
some think i’m soft because sometimes i get a heartache
some think i’m odd because i listen to Portishead and Tricky
some think my mind is baked because I love to burn that sticky

Eat'in Good in Supa's Hood

We were in the grocery store early this evening, like we are four days out of seven, trying to decide what we were going to have for dinner. My son said something about fried chicken, he had been asking me to make fried chicken for weeks. I ended up getting a package of boneless skinless chicken thighs, a large box of macaroni and cheese, and four pieces of corn on the cob. I also picked up a 16 oz. bottle of buttermilk and some caramel pecan turtle ice cream. As soon as we got home I put the chicken thighs in a large bowl and poured the buttermilk over them and sat them to the side to soak. I filled two pots, one large and one medium sized, with water and put them on the stove to boil with the lids on. After about five minutes, I turned the chicken thighs and added salt to each pot of water. A few minutes after that, the water was boiling in the pots. Since I had shucked the corn at the store, I just put all four in the large pot of boiling water. I then proceeded to pour the macaroni into the medium pot of boiling water. Once that was done I produced a large shallow bowl from the cupboard and, with a large fork, drained and placed the chicken thighs in it. I seasoned the chicken with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and chili powder. Then I turned the thighs and seasoned the other side with salt and pepper only. Next, I produced a medium sized Tupperware container from the cupboard and filled it about a quarter full with all purpose white flour. Once that was done and the chicken was still soaking up the spices, I filled an iron pot with about an inch of oil and placed it on high heat. I checked the macaroni and corn,they were cooking along schedule. Once the oil was, as we say in the Dirty, “Good and Hot” I proceeded to place the chicken in the flour. I could fit about three thighs in the flour at a time. I shook and turned; making sure that there was an even coating of flour on the thighs. Then I placed the thighs into the hot oil. I quickly coated three more thighs with the flour and they joined the previous three in the hot oil bath. It was truly “On and Popp'in!” The corn was done when I checked it next, so I removed the pot from the heat and drained the water off. I then checked the macaroni and it was al dente, just the way I like my pasta. I removed it from the heat and drained the water off of it as well, before adding the cheese sauce. Everything was clicking tonight because as soon as I was done mixing the macaroni the first round of chicken was just past golden brown and ready to come out. I lined a Pyrex bowl with paper towel and placed the chicken in it after draining. I then repeated the previous steps with the next batch of chicken. I was now ready to plate the meal. I place one piece of chicken, one large spoon full of macaroni and cheese, and one buttered piece of corn on the cob on each plate( I broke my little girl’s piece of corn on the cob in half and gave her a smaller portion of macaroni and cheese). I don’t like to toot my own horn, I think that is something for the ladies to do if you know what I mean, but we ate good!!! Not saying that we don’t eat good most of the time, but tonight was special. It reminded me of eating fried chicken at my grandmother’s table back in the day. When you have a meal like that, you can really feel what Soul Food means. And the best part about it was that I produced it with love, from me to my family. After dinner was over and we were all full, I bathed my little girl and put her to bed. My son had his shower while I was cooking, so all he had to do after dinner was brush his teeth and he was off to bed as well. Once they were settled, I made myself some espresso and had a piece of caramel cake that my wife made yesterday with some of that caramel pecan turtle ice cream. I sat back and watched the Dodgers get beat by the Phillies in game four. It was a good night even though I wanted LA to win.

SupaDupa’s verse on Swagga Like Us

No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
Mr. SupaStar just landed in your area
I’m tall, dark, and tatted so I hope I’m not scaring ya
I just flew in to add my heat to this track
And by the time I’m finish spitt’in you’ll be like “DJ BRING IT BACK!!!”
I didn’t come here to front, stunt, brag, or boast
But I’ll tell you quite simply,
I’m all that and a Bentley
My momma knew it back on 02/14/73
That’s why she got that hysterectomy
She said, “Ain’t no one come’in after he,
He has to be the dopest muthafucka on the planet!”
I started as a spark now I’m a towering inferno
But don’t be alarmed, cause SupaDupa’s in control
Word to Janet
Just stay calm and please don’t panic
Throw your hands in the muthafuck’in air and help me fan it
And we gon burn it down forever, can you overstand it???

my dream deferred

Last night I had a dream…and I was…
I was ride’in in the back of my Maybach Benz
I was so high I had to put on my aviator lenz
Kimora Lee was on one side steady roll’in up the sticky
Leona Lewis was on the other proceed'in to give your boy a hickey
We were go’in to scoop Tyra Banks cause she was dying to do me
Word to Dro, I was the flyest Nigga in the country
Tyra got in and started sipp’in on me like some Henn
Leona got pissed cause she thought she was gonna win
Kimora wasn’t tripp’in cause she was blowed like a shotgun
The blimp was flying high say’in “Supa You The Fuck’in One!!!”
We pulled up to my pad and we all filed out
I told my driver that I was in for the night, he said, "No doubt!"
We went inside, the ladies stripped and jumped in the hot tub
They all said “Supa please get in we got places for you to rub!!!”
I took off my clothes and got in, they said, “Please make us moan!!!”
It only took a few seconds till SupaDupa was on bone
I was about to do ‘em like a butcher; I had all three on the chopping block
Next thing I knew I was awakened by my fuck’in alarm clock
Try’in to go back to sleep, I laid in bed for an hour
In the end all I could do was take a fuck’in cold shower…

i miss

i miss lazy Sunday afternoons burn’in down a fat fatty
i miss lean’in in the seat of my old green Caddy
damn, I really miss my grandma Hattie
even though I never really knew the nigga sometimes i miss my daddy

i miss wake’in up shoot’in hoops before i had a chance to yawn
i miss hustling as a kid cutt’in my neighbors’ lawn
sometimes i miss watch’in tv from dusk till dawn
and i miss the Cube that said “Once Again It’s On.”

i miss roll’in over without a worry or care about shit
i miss climbing trees on campus and gett’in straight lit
i miss playing buns up, try’in not go get hit
shit, i miss my dog and the ball he played wit

i miss gett’in up on Saturdays watch’in Scooby Doo
i miss the first day of school, my clothes all fresh and new
i miss check’in out the girls to see who done grew
and i miss block’in shots, “You gone dunk on who?”

i miss the day my mom bought me them Air Revolutions
i miss high school math, i was good at them solutions
i miss being recruited by all them b-ball institutions
but most of all i miss me, it’s time to make some resolutions

T Pain “Can’t Believe It” inspired joint

I can put you in the Buck, with your feet high up
Cut you open like a Ginsu, put it all up in you
Make you wonder what you got yourself into

I can hit it Missionary, make you sing like a canary
Hold up one of your legs, tap that thang like a keg
I’m that nigga you been look’in… for

It feels so gooood, baby how you keep it so tight
I put you on all fours, hit like a race horse
Have you cream’in all night

Baby I slowed it down a bit cause you needed some vintilation
I really think we need some lubrication
Let’s talk about Youuuu do’in meeeee

Ohh, I can’t believe it, she she she so on it, on it
Now, now I’m up in it, in it
Any you know I’m gone kill it, kill it

She give that thang brain, she make the Supa say Oooooooo, Ooooooooo, Ooooooooooo!

commitment

we were sit’in in the garden
burn’in down some flowers
we had a deep conversation
seemed like it lasted for hours

she told me that she loved me
she wanted to be my moon forever
her words were sweet like candy
and she put ‘em down so cleaver

she said Supa you’re a star
matter of fact you’re my sunshine
your light is so damn bright
you make the average bitch go blind

word to Keyshia all my rainy days fade away
whenever you come around
i got my stunna shades on
cause you shine like that, it’s go’in down

i pray you never leave me
i wanna bear all of your seeds
together we’ll grow ‘em up wise and strong
we ain’t try’in to hear shit about some weeds

i said i want you to be my wisdom
and you can rule all night
i’ll get out and grind all day
then come home and give you all that good light

look hear shorty, i’m ready to commit to you
i don’t wanna be with any other
your all that i been look’in for
let’s lock it up and go tell your mother

tell your father, send a telegram
to the whole world let’s sing
i want everyone to know
and ohh yea, here, put on this gold ring