Read this letter from Carlos for his fans...with a freestyle
Dear Friend,
It’s your boy SP just wanted to say hello and hoping that everyone had a great holiday season. I ate like a pig over here. They got some really good cooks. Not that I’m trying to make prison look fun but the food here ain’t too shabby. Well, I wrote another freestyle for you. I hope you like it. I got lots of stuff planned for our site over here. We’re going to try to make it as fun and exciting as possible. I’ll also be letting you know when the new album will drop. I think it’s going to be called “Sincerely Carlos Coy.” But a lot of that stuff is still undecided. As far as the “When Devils Strike” album, man, I want to thank you for hosing us so much love. We were on the Billboard charts at #19 in the whole nation. That’s the highest we’ve ever been in my whole career. That’s unheard of for artists that get hardly no airplay. Other rappers on the charts are getting played by 400 to 800 different radio stations. I got about 5 stations hat have me on rotation. Plus “Pocos Pero Locos” radio show plays me on weekends. E-Dub and Khool-Aid are my friends that I love very much. They’re the ones that do the show. But basically it all boils down to this: No artists in the world can sell as many albums as me (SPM) with such little airplay. And for that, I thank you. Yes it’s true, I ain’t shit without you. Thank you and I love you. Let me go ahead and bust another cold forty for you. Oh, first let me thank a few people that Cheri sent me their letters: Kristy Ramirez, Chris Cavanaugh, Denise, Joanna Reyes, Stephanie Garcia aka sad girl, Yarely Guerrero, Gerardo Cabrera, Letty, Juvenal aka juvenile, Ashely, Angel Silva , Jackie Carpenter, Jose Martinez, Fernando Frias, Blazedout415, Juvenal Pimetel, Dela Lopez, Consuelo Cornejo, Adriana Moreno, Big Trixter, Oralia Martinez, Edward Vielma, Rogelio Rael, Rudy Ruiz, Isaiah Robledo, Hector Vega, Michael, Juan, Consuelo Cornejo, Jorge A., Joe Saldivar, Will, and Orlando Marquez.
Stay strong and God bless you.
The Latest Cold 40
I get letters that just fill me up with joy and love
I started writing cause nobody would employ a thug
At 22 I wrote my first song and called it “Revenge”
Tears rolled down my face cause I knew I was blessed
Thanked God for my talent then I asked for forgiveness
Because I turned the Dope House into a gangsterous business
Bitch niggaz hated on us cause we blew up quick
like it’s my fault they try rap and sound like shit
I got clips I don’t bump but I do bump Screw
I was known for my bricks but I sold blunts too
Every word is a diamond cause my life is gold
It’s a trip because nothing that I write gets old
When I touch the Papermate it will spill out majic
Sometimes I get deep you gotta think to catch it
gotta reach and grab it, pull it close to your heart
Call me Los from da Park he sellin dope in the dark
And he creep through the hood like a shark in the ocean
Fiends reachin for they money as my car is approachin
Rock stars do the smoking, got tha rock store open
Pickles jars full of lava that will drop slow motion
You can hope you can wish or you can make shit happen
I had my whole hood higher than a space ship captain
And I stay pimp slappin till I’m old wearin Huggies
I push whips like a mothafuckin bum push buggies
see my blunt cooks lovely it’s rolled tite like mummies
I got boys bustin at’cha while I’m reading the funnies
sqeezin Tommies at yo Tommy like a bitch named Bonnie
Call me Clyde but he died with 90 holes in his body
shit I ain’t tryna die long as I can help it
I wear a bullet proff vest and a football helmet
I ain’t mean to make you smile but imagine a Meskin
rollin through Hillwood like he play for the Texans
No pads on my legs for my thighs and shins
But I did buy a bullet proof cup for my twins
Don’t get it don’t worry prolly just don’t got’em
I started out on the cut and rose up from the bottom
I peeled down you column and peeled off in ya sled
I peeled caps like a sleepin pill puts you to bed
S.P. is the legacy a legend that’s livin
Be in prison or a prism I’mma stay in the kitchen…yep
Los
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