a Supa short

i don’t make it rain
i just watch the weather
and when it’s cold outside
i sport that butter leather
sometimes i’m dope boy fresh
but i ain’t never sold no drugs
i pack a lethal weapon
and sometimes it spits hot slugs
but not the kind that leave you bleed’in
i mean the kind that spark your brain
and when i dip ‘em in that sticky
i make cool heads go insane

That Old Kill'in Blues

I woke up this morning and the blues was lay’in in my bead
I went to wash my face and the blues was flowing through my head
I started brushing my teeth and the blues was deep in my gums
I had to sit on the toilet cause the blues gave me the damn runs
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I jumped in the shower and tried to wash the blues off my skin
The blues just dug down and burned me like a deadly sin
I put cream all over my body to try and cool down the burn
And the blues just laughed and asked “Boy when you gonna learn?”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I put on my pants and the blues said, “Don’t forget to zip your fly.”
I started brewing my coffee and the blues said “I’ll take mine with a slice of pie.”
I stepped out the door and the blues said “There's no need to go out today.”
I went to buy a paper and the blues said, “Don’t bother cause I spent up all your pay.”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I went back to my place and the blues said, “Let’s go up and have a drink.”
I said, “It’s too early for liquor.” And the blues said, “It will...help you think.”
After I drank the whole bottle of Scotch I said, “I’m probably better off dead!”
I pulled out my .38 and the blues said “Let my hold it to your head!!!”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues that gets to your head
Awww…please say a prayer for me momma cause I just pulled the trigger and now I’m dead

Being Supa Is A Habit

Being Supa is a habit, so get like me…
Time to set it off
Let these folks know
I bet you never seen a Benz with them gullwing doors
I pulled up to the front; the valet slipped me a bill
He said it’s worth a BenFrank just to grip on my wheel
Oooh I think they like me, matter fact I know
They tried buy me the bar when I step through the door
Your boy ain't front'in, I do my damn thing
I don't need diamonds to shine, I buy 'em for my wife and watch her neck go "BLING"

alma por fuego

i got a chip on my shoulder cause my daddy wasn’t there
at times i look up towards the clouds cause life ain’t never been too fair
but then i focus on my peeps and realize I got it good
me and my family own a home, shit...our hood’s a neighborhood
yea my hooptie needs some fix’in but i still roll it like a Benz
my Supa seeds love to eat so i love bring’in home them endz
and my queen’s about to have another little SupaDupa star
so i gotta keep my form cause once again i raised the bar
some people just don’t understand me and my SupaDupa ways
most times i’m quiet cool outside but on the inside i’m all ablaze
my heart is filled with passion for my people and our plight
sometimes it gets so fuck’in heavy, it keeps me up all damn night
i have a lot to say, but sometimes i just can’t get it out
at times i loose my cool and then all i can do is yell and shout
but that is rather rare cause most times i burn the rage away
i end up SupaDupa high, no matter if it’s night or day

good exercise for your brain

Albert Einstein’s Riddle

ARE YOU IN THE TOP 2% OF INTELLIGENT PEOPLE IN THE WORLD?
SOLVE THE RIDDLE AND FIND OUT.

There are no tricks, just pure logic, so good luck and don’t give up.

On a street there are five houses, painted five different colours.
In each house lives a person of different nationality.
These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke a different brand of cigar and keep a different pet.

THE QUESTION: WHO OWNS THE FISH???

HINTS

1.The Brit lives in a red house.
2.The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3.The Dane drinks tea.
4.The Green house is on the left of the White house.
5.The owner of the Green house drinks coffee.
6.The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
7.The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill.
8.The man living in the center house drinks milk.
9.The Norwegian lives in the first house.
10.The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.
11.The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
12.The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
13.The German smokes Prince.
14.The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15.The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water.

ALBERT EINSTEIN WROTE THIS RIDDLE EARLY DURING THE 19TH CENTURY. HE SAID THAT 98% OF THE WORLD POPULATION WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SOLVE IT.

Waiting By The Water ('07)

Supa, where are you going?
I have to go and get some paper…
Supa, how are you going to get it?
Me and my people planned a caper…
Supa, will you be gone long?
Two months tops, maybe three…
Supa, what will I do without you?
I left some paper and six pounds of sticky…
Supa, don’t you love me?
Girl stop tripp’in, you know you’re my heart…
Supa, what if some bird tries to take you away?
It’s you and me forever, I told you that from the start…
Supa, will you make love to me before you sail?
I was thinking the same thing, we have a few hours before I have to go…
Supa, can you take your time so I can feel your every stroke?
You know I know how you like it, now come let me kill it slow…
Supa, can you do me like this for the rest of my days?
I promise I’ll give it to you if you keep giving it to me…
Supa, is there anything that you want me to do for you while your away?
Until I return, I want you to wait right here by the sea…

my fave poem

The .38
I hear the man downstairs slapping the hell out of his stupid wife again
I hear him push and shove her around the overcrowded room
I hear his wife scream and beg for mercy
I hear him tell her there is not mercy
I hear the blows as they land on her beautiful body
I hear glasses and pots and pans falling
I hear her fleeing from the room
I hear them running up the stairs
I hear her outside my door
I hear him bang her head on my door
I hear him trying to drag her away from my door
I hear her hands desperate on my doorknob
I hear the blow of her head against my door
I hear him drag her down the stairs
I hear her head bounce from step to step
I hear them again in their room
I hear a loud smack across her face (I guess)
I hear her groan – then
I hear the eerie silence
I hear him open the top drawer of his bureau (the .38 lives there)
I hear the fast beat of my heart
I hear the drops of perspiration fall from my brow
I hear him yell I warned you
I hear him say damn you I warned you and now it’s too late
I hear the loud report of the thirty eight-caliber revolver then
I her it again and again the Smith and Wesson
I hear the bang bang bang of four death dealing bullets
I hear my heart beat faster and louder – then again
I hear the eerie silence
I hear him walk out of their overcrowded room
I hear him walk up the steps
I hear him come toward my door
I hear his hand on my doorknob
I hear the doorknob click
I hear the door slowly open
I hear his step into my room
I hear the click of the thirty eight before the firing pin hits the bullet
I hear the loud blast of the powder exploding in the chamber of the .38
I hear the heavy lead noise of the bullet swiftly cutting its way through the barrel of the .38
I hear it emerge from space from the .38
I hear the bullet of death flying toward my head the .38
I hear its weird whistle the .38
I hear it give off a steamlike noise when it cuts through my sweat the .38
I hear it singe my skin as it enters my head the .38 and
I hear death saying, Hello I’m here!
Ted Joans