When this came out my lady at the time left me when i was going through a rough time. The line "You wanna leave me to be in my funk!" Hit home more than you would understand.
Man y'all ain't heard the worst one ok. I met my ex after doing state time she just graduated high school I was a construction worker/drug dealer she smoked ok we got together she got pregnant with my second son we got married finally in our tenth year I became a sub contractor making sometimes 5k a week life was looking promising we had a beautiful lil girl when she was 3 she left me eventually divorced me I was so broken hearted I started snorting powder then smoking she left me in 2006 I smoked crack till 2016 lost everything child support got my license I do well to make 400 a week these days I'm 60k behind on child support been locked up tried to take my own life twice and after being in the chain gang to owning my own business and making more money than a college graduate made something outta my life. And then to loose it all. And I was an orphan no family to having all that and then some I was happy it's been 20 years and I haven't known happiness since I lost my children my family everyday is filled with sadness I haven't heard my daughter's voice since she was 7 she was my heart I have grandchildren I've never seen and it breaks my heart. I have so much talent I build cabinets,cut crown build stairs,tape and finish drywall install floors sand and finish,paint frame roof etc. And all I can do now is try to work with no ride, licence. It's hard this life of mine. But it's what it is. The hardest part is knowing they don't live me anymore. Why because I worked to much? I never abused my children they were good kids. I miss them there voices but here's another year where they didn't call me and say happy birthday week before last or happy thanks giving. Or merry Christmas I'll never stop loving them and I'm gonna keep trying to get my life back on track I may not I may not ever hear they're voices again but I hope I do. Other than that all I have to look forward to is them 18 cubic feet. And the knowledge that I took this life I was given and flushed it. Not on purpose but I know I failed in every aspect. I just hope God can forgive me.
Never understood the motivation for ghost writers or ghost producers. If you don't have enough interest to do it yourself why do it at all? If someone else is writing it how is it you I'm hearing? Make original kkontent or shut the hell upp!
Tell me somethin', you can play, bitch?" [Chorus: Spark Master Tape] Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, black bag (Spark Master Tape) Black bag, get that gas, in they lung, gorillas Black bag, get that gat, gas, in they lung, pack (feel good) Black bag, get that, get that gas, in they lung [Verse 1: Spark Master Tape] Bullet holes in the whip, shit looking like a DALMA$$HON Hater face long like a cow face is Got a high steak, gotta milk what I make Make a rapper drop beef like a burger bar waitress Gun 'em down, gun 'em down, gun 'em down In the coupe, in the car, blue crash, poof, let 'em drown I'm livin' proof, make a poof for the round Not in a booth and the truth, you a clown You a goof, let it loose with the sound You a rude poor dude with a pound I got an army on the phone right now They in ya lobby and they burn whole towns No match that I know And every dope rappers gettin' corny and old And they knows, listen to they songs and they flow (where you?) An either wack cats not acknowledging so [Chorus: Spark Master Tape] Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, black bag (Spark Master Tape) Black bag, get that gas, in they lung, gorillas Black bag, get that gat, gas, in they lung, pack (feel good) Black bag, get that, get that gas, in they lung [Verse 2] Bullet holes in the crib, shit looking like a honeycomb They was all down till the money gone Grease on my elbow with the funnybone Bitch, it ain't funny, get ya stomach blown Gone, gun 'em down, gun 'em down, gun 'em down On the stoop on the bar stool, my tool spits rounds Your bullets move, but they move with a sound My bullets move, cause a groove in the ground See you snooze then you losin' the crown You don't move then you lose, then you drown Fuck the truth, you confused then you frown Bitch you rich, suck a dick, buy a chow Back with the gang my hittas Back on the wall made of platinum swishers Back back, back with the gang, my hittas Plaque on the wall made of platinum, platinum [Chorus: Spark Master Tape] Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, black bag (Spark Master Tape) Black bag, get that gas, in they lung, gorillas Black bag, get that gat, gas, in they lung, pack (feel good) Black bag, get that, get that gas, in they lung [Verse 3] Bullet holes in the chest, got him lookin' like Swiss cheese Spark not the best? Homie bitch, please Clark with the glasses, I'm the shit, see? Ain't no shoes in the game that ever fit me, ya get me? Run 'em up, run 'em up, run 'em up I'ma turn the key, flip a key, make a G, then I duck I hid my keys, then I leave you in the truck You wanna leave me to be in my funk And if I see you even breathe, you get dumped I hope you sleep comfortably in the trunk Can't even see u from this weed, and I'm drunk You wanna see an MC? Then look Alone in my urn, uh Had a bunch of friends, but they left when it burned Brrrr! Ride 'till I die Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, bow
Beats are fire asf spark you are the definition of underrated. Keep komin with the krazy music
Spark can you please make another album. We need it dawgg
When this came out my lady at the time left me when i was going through a rough time. The line "You wanna leave me to be in my funk!" Hit home more than you would understand.
"you wanna leave me to be I'm like, 'fuck'"
I'd feel bad for correcting u, but my dog shit demon WIFE just bounced on me.
I feel like I would understand stand, bro. Keep moving. Only thing you can do.
Man y'all ain't heard the worst one ok. I met my ex after doing state time she just graduated high school I was a construction worker/drug dealer she smoked ok we got together she got pregnant with my second son we got married finally in our tenth year I became a sub contractor making sometimes 5k a week life was looking promising we had a beautiful lil girl when she was 3 she left me eventually divorced me I was so broken hearted I started snorting powder then smoking she left me in 2006 I smoked crack till 2016 lost everything child support got my license I do well to make 400 a week these days I'm 60k behind on child support been locked up tried to take my own life twice and after being in the chain gang to owning my own business and making more money than a college graduate made something outta my life. And then to loose it all. And I was an orphan no family to having all that and then some I was happy it's been 20 years and I haven't known happiness since I lost my children my family everyday is filled with sadness I haven't heard my daughter's voice since she was 7 she was my heart I have grandchildren I've never seen and it breaks my heart. I have so much talent I build cabinets,cut crown build stairs,tape and finish drywall install floors sand and finish,paint frame roof etc. And all I can do now is try to work with no ride, licence. It's hard this life of mine. But it's what it is. The hardest part is knowing they don't live me anymore. Why because I worked to much? I never abused my children they were good kids. I miss them there voices but here's another year where they didn't call me and say happy birthday week before last or happy thanks giving. Or merry Christmas I'll never stop loving them and I'm gonna keep trying to get my life back on track I may not I may not ever hear they're voices again but I hope I do. Other than that all I have to look forward to is them 18 cubic feet. And the knowledge that I took this life I was given and flushed it. Not on purpose but I know I failed in every aspect. I just hope God can forgive me.
The beat, the voice, the flow and the bars 😶🌫️
ya like it
Can't get enough of this track
This is my all time favourite artist
Need a poster with that album art. So dope
It's very much in the style of black metal /Punk artwork. 😎
Never heard a bad song from spark master
Never
truth
Bumping dis in my new infiniti!!!!
this needed thirty seconds to move to my playlist.
I heard If you just hold youtube at gunpoint it moves seconds faster
I listen to this every morning
🔥 nuts
Scotty sample! Nice one. ♥️💛💚
Tight
SHPAWK awwwayz gatzdemmm military drop zone vibes
Nerves are calm now. Thank you.
spark bringin back the #swoup to the hop game
Been looping this for two weeks. Gotta resist doing the most gangster of shit
Spark has been a secret member of the group since the beginning
-Orangutanz
This kind #SWOUP he makin'! We like it.
The General is back
❤❤
swoop
Been smokin gas to this since 1897 my nigga. #swoup
GOAT
You ever hear a song that make you wanna kill some one for pocket change? That would be this one
Yo im new to Spark but like is that the Facebook logo in the reflection of the helmet? Lol this a banger tho sorry im high af
that is the eldritch sign of the masters control of our collective thoughts
#SALUTE WE OUT HERE KEEP IT KOOLIO PLATOON #WEONN STILL STEADY SWOUPIN #SKOYaTeL
#SWOUP
bump dis shit erryday
I think you're really neat.
Swoup!
#SWOUP 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Nobody can test
Spork Mater Tate .Ya Loik et?
Sesh.
Este tipo é o Tupac
My G!!!!!!
uuuuuuhhhh
❤
🔥🔥
#Swoup #Gunemdowngunemdowngunemdown
Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh... spork
🦾🔥
Never understood the motivation for ghost writers or ghost producers. If you don't have enough interest to do it yourself why do it at all? If someone else is writing it how is it you I'm hearing? Make original kkontent or shut the hell upp!
Tell me somethin', you can play, bitch?"
[Chorus: Spark Master Tape]
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, black bag (Spark Master Tape)
Black bag, get that gas, in they lung, gorillas
Black bag, get that gat, gas, in they lung, pack (feel good)
Black bag, get that, get that gas, in they lung
[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape]
Bullet holes in the whip, shit looking like a DALMA$$HON
Hater face long like a cow face is
Got a high steak, gotta milk what I make
Make a rapper drop beef like a burger bar waitress
Gun 'em down, gun 'em down, gun 'em down
In the coupe, in the car, blue crash, poof, let 'em drown
I'm livin' proof, make a poof for the round
Not in a booth and the truth, you a clown
You a goof, let it loose with the sound
You a rude poor dude with a pound
I got an army on the phone right now
They in ya lobby and they burn whole towns
No match that I know
And every dope rappers gettin' corny and old
And they knows, listen to they songs and they flow (where you?)
An either wack cats not acknowledging so
[Chorus: Spark Master Tape]
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, black bag (Spark Master Tape)
Black bag, get that gas, in they lung, gorillas
Black bag, get that gat, gas, in they lung, pack (feel good)
Black bag, get that, get that gas, in they lung
[Verse 2]
Bullet holes in the crib, shit looking like a honeycomb
They was all down till the money gone
Grease on my elbow with the funnybone
Bitch, it ain't funny, get ya stomach blown
Gone, gun 'em down, gun 'em down, gun 'em down
On the stoop on the bar stool, my tool spits rounds
Your bullets move, but they move with a sound
My bullets move, cause a groove in the ground
See you snooze then you losin' the crown
You don't move then you lose, then you drown
Fuck the truth, you confused then you frown
Bitch you rich, suck a dick, buy a chow
Back with the gang my hittas
Back on the wall made of platinum swishers
Back back, back with the gang, my hittas
Plaque on the wall made of platinum, platinum
[Chorus: Spark Master Tape]
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, black bag (Spark Master Tape)
Black bag, get that gas, in they lung, gorillas
Black bag, get that gat, gas, in they lung, pack (feel good)
Black bag, get that, get that gas, in they lung
[Verse 3]
Bullet holes in the chest, got him lookin' like Swiss cheese
Spark not the best? Homie bitch, please
Clark with the glasses, I'm the shit, see?
Ain't no shoes in the game that ever fit me, ya get me?
Run 'em up, run 'em up, run 'em up
I'ma turn the key, flip a key, make a G, then I duck
I hid my keys, then I leave you in the truck
You wanna leave me to be in my funk
And if I see you even breathe, you get dumped
I hope you sleep comfortably in the trunk
Can't even see u from this weed, and I'm drunk
You wanna see an MC? Then look
Alone in my urn, uh
Had a bunch of friends, but they left when it burned
Brrrr! Ride 'till I die
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, bow