The following is a response to interview questions by Kian McHugh

Kian McHugh: How will you maintain your anonymity while on tour?
Spark Master Tape: paper bag

KM: When working with artists outside of the Platoon, do you reveal your identity?
SMT: they kno im gucci mane

KM: Explain your anonymity
SMT: wake up, mask

KM: Are you hopeful for the direction your career is headed?
SMT: the fukk gone hire us

KM: How did you start making music?
SMT: accident

KM: How does it feel to have an international following?
SMT: expensive

KM: When listening to your music, how should people imagine you?
SMT: rich

KM: Where are you from?
SMT: Kian McHugh
KM: What three things are you most worried about at all times?
SMT: cash money hoes

KM: What is the proper answer to the question, "Who is Spark Master Tape?"
SMT: illuminati gon get us all

KM: Where does the influence of drugs and guns come from? You are a Platoon, who are you at war with?

SMT: Shit I’m at war with everybody I see man. I’m at war with my phone, I’m at war with my TV. I’m at war with everybody who got more money than me man. I want to be Bill Gates man, I want to be Miley Cyrus, I want to get money

You see, nobody I know got money. You know what I mean? My brothers is everywhere, we all at war and ready to roll. Man, I got a gang of motherfuckers, we got a PLATOON OF MOTHERFUCKERS, and I’m gonna ride for my people man, I’m gonna ride for my-

KM: What is #SWOUP?

[Footage of a man in Keffiyeh talking into a microphone]
Mrs. Charlie! Oh Mrs. Charlie!
Yes?
Where have you been?
I am here in the kitchen
Okay, what you do over there?
I make soup
What kind of soup you making?
I making chicken soup, you like it?
Yes I am like it
Oh you like to me?
Yes I am like you
Please, call it out again
I am liiiiiike you
Oh pleaaaaase call again!
I am like, I am like, I kill!
Oh, you want to kill me?
No, I want to kill the chicken for the soup
As-Sala-
SMT: Paper Platoon means get your mask on. It means let them stop judging you by the color of your skin, your religion, how you wear your pants, how you smoke your weed, or how you fuck your bitches man. I ain’t insane man, I smoke a lot

And we out here man. And it’s funny man, because my name is a compliment to who I am but an insult to who I was. But it’s all I know. When you going to see my face, only I can judge me. And you can have your magazine covers, your selfies on the internet, man I’m gonna make music, and I’m gonna make money dog

You see bruh, I don’t give a fuck how you look, you got a mask at the crib and you got some gloves, roll dog. The intention is bigger than the bearer of the mask, and your favorite rapper got one on right now. But that shit invisible man, we out here makin’ our own shit, rollin’ our own weed, smoking our own shit and growing that bitch, selling it, moving it, doin our own thing and I don’t need nobody

You know my brother, we gonna build. You can’t stop us now man, we moving

Cokemop

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