El
Fambino, 1/1/14
Today, I was looking through some
paperwork, and found a letter of me answering some questions and comments you
had. This stuff isn’t exactly new, but if I never sent it, it is like new. If I’ve
already sent it, forgive me, I’m just trying to get everything out to you.
Anonymous
said.....
how
does your wife feel about you rapping about fucking all these other women, does
that shit not bother her?
Answer: Damn good question! And one I
refuse to answer. Next question, please.
Anonymous
said.....
how
does your wife feel about you rapping about fucking all these other women, does
that shit not bother her?
Answer: Damn it, I said ‘next
question!’ You don’t listen very well. But, since you won’t take “no” for an
answer, I’m force to endure this humiliating situation.
First of all, keep in mind that my wife is
only one person, which equals one album sell. Should I worry about losing one
sell when everybody else is jammin my shit? I’m not sayin that everybody wants
to hear about The Adventures of El Chorizo, but 99.9 percent of all underground
artists rap about fucking hoes. Not to be rude, but why have you singled out my
penis? What did Big Byron every do to you!
Needless to say, I don’t think it bothers
my wife. She understands this business, not to mention, she gets to spend all
the money. She’s also not a rap fan, she mostly listens to Spanish and Country.
So, it’s not like she jams SPM to the point where she wants to cut off my
balls.
“Hey! What did we do?!” (voice of my
balls)
But there was a time when I said something
on a song that bothered me so much, I couldn’t release it. It was on “Filthy Rich”,
which is on the “Never Change” album. It was at the end of the last verse. Here’s
what I originally said:
“All
alone, in another city
I
stepped on a condom and it made me feel shitty”
I couldn’t let that line remain. I told
the engineer to erase it, and let me replace it with something else. If you
listen to that part, you can hear how my voice is different because it’s a
replacement line.
“But Los, did that really happen? Did you
really wake up in your hotel room, and while you were walking to the restroom,
you stepped on one of your used condoms from the night before?”
“I refuse to answer that question.”
“Fine, be that way!”
Anonymous said....
Are you still planning on releasing a
Spanish album?
Answer: I’d love to, and I believe I will, but my Spanish
is nowhere where I’d like it to be. My mom sent me a good book on it, but I’ve
been so busy that it’s just sat there the last four years. Right now, I’m
engulfed in S.O.N. relate biz, and it’s always one thing or another that stops me
from accomplishing this super-important goal. But you asked for it, so here I
go!
Me no speaky engliss, me speaky
spangliss
me no speaky nada except “Tell me where
the cain is!”
run up in yo casa, rob you in yo
chanklas
if you try to run, me will shoot you in
the noglas
mira lo que pasa, that was fuckin Juan’s
song
smokin till I’m Japanese, call me Jackie
Wong Dong
rollin with my Lucy Lu, she like “Pappasito!
Thassa notta eggroll, thassa big
burrrito!”
Ejay
said.....
What
does the Dope House Army mean to you and how are we actually part of the spread
of S.O.N.
Answer: The DHA is the most
important part of DHR. Not only are you guys fans, but you’re willing to
dedicate your time and effort to strengthen our company. That means the world
to me.
My boy Young J Hemingway is doing a good
job of engaging with the DHA, and that’s with minimal communication with me. I’m
spread so thin, right now, that I depend on you guys to work together in the
spreading of The S.O.N. You already do that just by listening to, and talking
about, the song we’ve released. Keep encouraging more friends to tune in and
join our movement. This company was built for you, and that will never change.
We’re all in this together so represent Dope House to the fullest. Stay away
from drugs, gangs, troublesome people, and anything else that will hurt your
life. The stronger the soldier, the stronger the army.
956
said.....
Who
would you want to work with from Houston that you haven’t worked with already?
Answer: Hold on, are you saying
rapping is work? No, man! All you do is grab your crotch and babble a bunch if
bullshit! I hate work, that’s why I rap!
Well, I fux with the Swisher House, that’s
for sure. The South Park Coalition are my peeps. Of course, my boy Scarface is
my nigga. There’s a lot of new talent comin out the city, too. I can’t forget
about the boy Z-Ro. I’d like to work some more with my nigga Chingo Bling. I’m
a big Devon the Dude fan, too. There’s all kinds of artists who I’d like to
wreck with.
Hopefully,
soon.
A
Patient Fan said.....
Would
you help one of us new coming rappers (Mexicans) with verses or some kind of
tour to view talent around to carry on where u left off for Mexicans to be the
craziest mofuckers be sure to stop by NC couple out here doing it
Answer: I’m almost positive that was
a run-on sentence, but a damn good question!
Let me say that the internet has made the
world a very small place. It’s not about who you know, anymore; it’s about who’s
truly dope. If your flow is crack, you’ll gain a following. People love to tell
others about good music, music that moves them. That’s how you gain and grow
your following. That’s when bigger labels take notice.
I could help a struggling artist if I
wrote for him, but that’s not easy from here. Because I’d also have to show
them how it’s delivered. Plus, for a rap artist who needs a ghost writer,
rapping may not be their calling. But if you’re dope, just keep putting it out
there and people will follow. Dope sells itself.
Anonymous
said.....
Spm
not really a fan of reading but your letters and post are fucking addicting, I
never readed a book before, and if I do read one it would be only if the author
is Carlos Coy are you going to release the book soon?
Answer: Your kind words lifted my
spirits, brother. Thank you. I won’t even mention the run-on sentence.
I used to never read either. It wasn’t
until I came to prison that I read my first book. I’m still not that big of a
reader, but reading books helps you to be a better writer, so I keep a good
book in my “house” at all times. Right now I’m reading the Eragon series, which
is about dragons and swords and elves and magic. My dream is to be an author,
and I really think you’re going to like my first book. I’ve let some homeboys
read the rough draft, and they were crazy about it. One homeboy said it was the
best book he ever read.
Your comment encouraged me to work harder
on completing the book, and I’ll keep you updated on that. Thanks, again.
Anonymous
said.....
Do
= o you listen to Immortal Technique? What’s the deal with the back cover of
your album Time is Money? Illuminati??????
Answer: I’ve got a homie who sent
me some of Immortal’s lyrics. I enjoyed reading them. He’s a great
story-teller, one of the best in my opinion. I’ve never heard his songs because
all we have here is AM/FM radios. But he’s def very gifted.
I’ve gotten a few questions about the
Illuminati, and I didn’t even know who that was when I was free. Apparently,
they’re some secret group who probably has a “No Mexicans Allowed” sign above
the entry to their secret meeting room. Well, screw you, man! I didn’t want to
be in your group anyway! I’ll start my own hush-hush organization. I’ll call it
the Chalupanati. I’ll ask Eva Longoria, Eva Mendes and Sophie Vergara to join
me, and we’ll have our own private meetings.
Well, ladies and gents, I’ll leave you
with a Cold Forty. This one was written awhile back, in response to Rob D’s
last forty-line verse. We were in a battle, and I clearly destroyed him. But, I
guess he thinks he’s Bruce Willis in Die Hard so I’ll go ahead and
finish him off. Sorry, Robbie, but you asked for it:
Another Cold 40
"SPM Wrecked My Son And All I Got
Was This Stupid Shirt!
You will be the frog, Rob, welcome to my
Science class
students, please cut from the soft
tissue by his ass
label each organ usin lil hand writin
"Where's his nuts, Sir, cause we
still can't find'em?"
Damn it, kids, you always gotta ask hard questions!
He has none, even though his dad's part
Meskin
I'm sure he had a nice attitude, on the
telephone
so it didn't matter he was lackin in the
central zone
Stop laughin class! I am not some failed
comedian!
You can still be a male without the male
ingredient!
now everybody look close, also take a
close look
see how Rob's head is crushed? jot that
in your notebook
"Look, Mr. Coy, his right eyeball
is hanging out!"
that's cause he tryda battle me, and the
payin crowd
wanted blood, wanted gore, automatic
weaponry
killin every nigga in the game, plus the
referee
what the fuck posesses me? a demon or
angelic love?
nigga went from sellin drugs to buyin
fuckin seven clubs
sittin up in telly tubs, bitches give me
belly rubs
even hired Dad, no idea what the hell he
does
used to move heavy drugs, slangin to the
petty thugs
now I'm at the Billboard Awards givin
Nelly hugs
no, not the Black dude the chick that
sings with Timbaland
servin mothefuckas like a Meskin at the
Wimbledon
if I don't win I grin 'n' then I send my
killaz in
they will steal the trophy even take the
women's shit with them
listen friend, it's simple when I kick a
gem a cripple men
little pen will kill again like fifth of
Gin killed Jimmy Hen
you can be July, mothafucka, I'm the
fireworks
nigga so hot I use my left hand, to iron
shirts
compitition, my desserts, like the words
inside ya verse
how the fuck I'm dyin first, I'm the one
who drives the hearse
wreckin every rapper in the world, it's
a simple job
murda rap families, then after that I
kill the dog
nigga I'm the sun, and the mothafuckin
sea strand
so the hoes love me for the dick and the
free tan
graduated nervously, Crack University
majored Trigga-Nometry, minor was in
servin "D"
words unequal lurk in he who merked ya
in the first degree
still I felt bad so I gave ya mom a
shirt for free.....
Losy
I’ll
write you guys more, soon. I love you.
Con
Todo Mi Amor,
Carlos
