Supastition “Best Worst Day” Blackboard EP Resurgence of Vintage Hip-Hop

The heart and soul of “The Blackboard EP” reside in the idea of returning to the roots of emceeing. Supastition’s journey back to the basics is a testament to his passion for the craft and a nod to the essence of hip-hop itself. The EP’s tracks showcase Supastition’s lyrical prowess, reminding listeners why he’s a name to reckon with in the hip-hop realm.

One of the EP’s standout tracks is “Best Worst Day,” produced by North Carolina’s own Dirty Art Club. This single serves as a microcosm of the EP’s larger narrative – Supastition starts his day with optimism, driven by renewed motivation and purpose. However, as the story unfolds, the day takes an unexpected turn, potentially spiraling into the worst day of his life. The emotional rollercoaster Supastition describes is both relatable and captivating, drawing listeners into his world with every verse.

“Best Worst Day” is a testament to Supastition’s storytelling prowess. It’s a reminder that even in the highs and lows of life, there’s an art to be found in expressing the human experience through lyrics. The track captures the essence of hip-hop as a platform for sharing personal narratives, connecting with audiences on a deeper level. As we like to say, hip hop universal united.

In “The Blackboard EP,” Supastition not only returns to the microphone but also reunites with the vintage sound that defined his early career. The project boasts a roster of exceptional guest appearances, including the talented DJ duo Faust & Shortee and Dominique. With production credits from industry heavyweights like Marco Polo, M-phazes, Veterano, the Mighty DR, and Croup, the EP guarantees an auditory experience that no doubt harkens back to hip-hop’s amazing golden era.

Published in August 2013: Supastition “Best Worst Day” Off The Blackboard EP, Produced by Dirty Art Club, Directed by Shamus Coneys.

Lyrics: When I woke up today, I felt incredibly refreshed
feeling more blessed than ever with no head full of stress
I was comfortable but calm in my warm spot
didn’t even abuse the snooze button on my alarm clock
sun’s shining through the burgundy drapes
my lady wasn’t next to me, I guess she’s working today
I’m accustomed to looking her in the face at 7 AM
one particular person you see day out and day in
anyway, I felt like this day may never come again
I need breakfast I heard my stomach rumbling
no stumbling, I jumped out of bed in my boxers
my mission’s to the kitchen for that leftover pasta
but stopped in my tracks in the middle of my living room
I saw my girl curled up crying, looking pitiful
surrounded by a room full of trash bags and living boxes
I started thinking ’bout the dirt that I’ve been doing (ah shit!)
I must be busted, I tried to ask her what’s wrong
she wouldn’t even look in my direction, no discussion
was it some romance with one of them fucking tramps?
or last night did I go on one of my drunken rants?
I said “fine. you wanna treat me like I’m not here
and act like you can’t answer a question? fuck if I care!”
the best thing to do in this situation is leave home
but quickly noticed both my smartphone and my keys gone
“yo! where the hell are my keys?” but still she ignored
fuck it, I’m walking up to the corner Korean store
for a bag of chips and coconut juice
to clear my mind and give us time that both of us can use
the stores close to my crib, a few feet at least
but the store owners they be peeping me repeatedly
I walked in, no “buzzer” (niggas), nobody greeted me
for once they ain’t treat me like I was scheming on thievery
I grabbed a bag of Sun Chips and proceeded to the counter
this jerk of a clerk looked at my items dumbfounded
then snatched it off the counter yelling in some native fast talk
I said “I’m never coming back in here. That was the last straw!”
what a shitty day it’s been thus far
man, this can’t be the type of day I woke up for
I hopped on the city transit, today’s pretty frantic
it started sublime then declined, don’t understand it, man
the only place to find peace, the only better choice
to seek solace is the vinyl and the record store
plus that Brother Ali record I’m checking for
the atmosphere felt different when I stepped through the door
the music was low and it’s hard to hear
the record store, yo it was like a graveyard in there
I stepped outside wondering how could this day have gone wrong
but then a Chevy passed by with my song on
the local radio station they had my song on
that’s when I knew something was horribly wrong, homes
’cause they don’t play no local music if it’s homegrown
a motherfucker gotta be dead or long gone,
shot up or murdered? wait… what!
I jetted back in the store, I’m searching for the Charlotte Observer
feeling faint, nauseous, and nervous
no wonder why nobody even noticed me, paid attention, or turn heads
I started panicking as I was thinking back again
stiff as a mannequin like “yo, this can’t be happening”
picked up the paper and the caption read after my name
in bold black lettering… LOCAL RAPPER SLAIN. damn!

As the curtain rises on “The Blackboard EP,” Supastition proves that his departure from the music business was just a hiatus, and his creative fire continues to burn. This collection of tracks is more than just music; it’s a testament to the enduring power of hip-hop to tell stories, convey emotions, and bring artists and listeners together. Hip hop universal united!

No doubt, whether you’re a dedicated Supastition fan or a newcomer to his artistry, “The Blackboard EP” promises a journey through the roots of hip-hop, guided by an artist who has resurfaced stronger and more passionate than ever. With “Best Worst Day” leading the charge, this EP is a celebration of authentic hip-hop that invites listeners to experience life’s highs and lows through the lens of Supastition’s storytelling prowess. North Carolina’s contribution to hip-hop is uplifted through this mans work.