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The Blackboard EP

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North Carolina’s own Supastition releases 'The Blackboard EP', a free 8-track digital EP. The project serves as a “thank you” to the listeners who continued to support his music after his sudden departure from the music business in 2010. The Blackboard is about returning to the basics of emceeing and rediscovering that vintage sound that Supastition has been known for since his debut album in 2002.

The project features the critically acclaimed, Yada Yada, the conceptual Best Worst Day, and the boom bap inspired “Indestructible”. The only guest appearances on The Blackboard EP are the DJ duo, Faust & Shortee, and German-based vocalist Dominique. Production on the EP is handled by longtime producers Marco Polo, M-phazes, Veterano, the Mighty DR, and Croup as well as Rik Marvel and Dirty Art Club. 

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Supastition - The Blackboard EP

1. The Blackboard ft Faust & Shortee - Prod. by Rik Marvel
2. Daydream - Prod. by Veterano
3. Indestructible ft Faust & Shortee - Prod. by M-phazes
4. Rejoice - Prod. by Veterano
5. Best Worst Day - Prod. by Dirty Art Club
6. Yada Yada - Prod. by Marco Polo
7. Expectations - Prod. by The Mighty DR; Scratches by Shylow
8. Perfect World ft Dominique - Prod. by Croup

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released 15 January 2013

Lyrics by K. Moye (Spit Junkies Music/BMI)
Artwork by Jasper Staal Graphic Design & Illustration. cargocollective.com/jasperstaal

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Track Name: The Blackboard ft. Faust & Shortee (Prod. by Rik Marvel)
Intro:
(We welcome to the stage at this time... the wonderful)
It’s Supastition. I’m back on my 1,2 yo.. to show you how this emcee shit goes
I gotta school these fools, man. Y’all got me feeling hungry again... and back in my zone.
This one’s for NC. Rik Marvel, let’s rock.

Verse one:
I’m gone start it off with a dangerous intro
no better way to get you reacquainted with your kinfolk
it’s something dope to bump in your residential
and perfect timing, ‘cause the music industry’s been slow I’m at the blackboard trying to move back towards
that golden season, the reason I used to rap for
I’m warming up, I ain’t get loose in a minute
I run the new and old school, I’m like the superintendant
I hope my talent trickles down to future Supa descendants I never had to act a fool just for boosting my image
I’m so official, gone blow in this bitch like match lit fuel you spit bull over beats more fit for Pitbull
let’s get it straight my mark in the game’s already
I’m marvelous, you couldn’t carve a niche with a machete blade
I’m steady played by DJs who carry heavy crates
in every state, they recognize dope I’m just a better grade the love is unanimous, no amateur shenanigans
for song listens, I see long distance as a Canon lense
or Nikon, I’m rap’s lifelong icon...
if you ain’t digging Supa, you ain’t heard me on the right song
like Guru told us, man it’s mostly the voice
so I’m the posterboy for dope shit the culture enjoys
I’m co-sign by the greatest plus local endorsed
now who’s Carolina’s illest? this ain’t multiple choice... it’s Supastition

Chorus:
(scratched by DJ Faust and DJ Shortee)
“I was blessed with the talent”
“classics, backseat banging ass Blackboard hip hop” “I’m at the blackboard” “I speak from the soul”
“take the world by storm”
“I was blessed with the talent”
“classics, backseat banging ass Blackboard hip hop” “class is in session” “I speak from the soul”
“take the world by storm”

Verse two:
I’m so sharp, I sets it off so fresh of course
like Joe Clark, teaching lessons with excessive force
I’m professor Moye, speak with an aggressive voice
watch the room clap for this boom bap refresher course these corny industry fools tried to section us off
I’mma fill up their swimming pools with electrical cords
for shock value... I’ll beat the Pac out of you
and ‘father whoop’ niggas in boxers and old house shoes you ain’t rowdy at all, you’re just loud and mouthing off
only talk about it, bath towel soft as Pau Gasol
blow the powder off these rappers stuck in infancy.
short temper? me? I come back with a fucking infantry
I’m deadly as the weaponry that a regime brings
so if my words were bullets then I would pull it
from a hundred miles away and still hit a spot on your jean seams
or shoot the soul patch off of Bruce Springsteen
so hats off to the rap boss from Greenville
from shows to passports, everything seems filled
a handsome fella, hell I’m known to make the queens squeal ironically they wanna marry me just off my single
my supreme skills always get support on wax
I stand behind every offensive line like quarterbacks
this is sort of that lyricism crash course
I’m feeling like an old school teacher at the blackboards... it’s that raw!

Chorus: (Repeat)
Track Name: Daydream (Prod. by Veterano)
Intro:
I’m here, right? It’s what I’ve always dreamed about

Chorus:
I refuse to sit around this place and day (dream)
gotta make a way, gotta make it more than a (dream) success is so close you can see it
ain’t nobody else gone believe but ‘cause it’s your (dream) when you first got started it was all a (dream)
when you take a look back it all started from a dream day... dream

Verse one:
I dream bigger than I reside in
I keep sharing my vision but feel no one is listening
my outlook on life I’m viewing through a wide lense
but I’m surrounded by myopia and tunnel vision
the theme music for their hunger should be violins
their goals don’t extend further than their running distance begging and pleading repeatedly for a hundred listens can’t even balance a check book, trying to run a business I’m taking my show on the road for a new audience
power up this locomotive, off to euphoria
yes, I’m willing to rebuild it like New Orleans
whatever’s necessary to find my true calling
eventually it might lead me to a huge following
and if it doesn’t then fuck it I’ll still move forward
it’s possible for you and I to have the same dreams
it’s all about how much you sacrifice and do for it

Chorus: (Repeat)

Verse two:
I dream bigger than the city that I sleep in
feels like I’m speeding and everyone’s in slow motion but when I try to show leadership and teach them
they take it as I’m talking down on ‘em and showboating they’re still thinking if one local blows, doors will open it’s like a savior complex, who’ll be the cornucopia?
it’s funny how these rappers lack a backbone
their survival tactic is to piggyback and latch on
(that’s wrong) I anted up the industry and mashed on only passion they have is filling up a glass bong
(rolling up another blunt) that’s what they spend cash on in between tokes making half ass rap songs
you gents, you don’t have a strategy or blueprint
a bunch of fools running in place, that ain’t a movement I guess it’s cool you still dream in the true sense
but I’m way beyond making music for my crew of friends

Chorus: (Repeat)

Verse three:
I’m gone make this dream a reality, it’s troublesome and challenging
battling criticism and irrational thoughts
dealing with these unprofessional people teaches you lessons too the neighbors next to you, they show a lack of support
but when you make it they’ll be waiting on your passing the torch they want collabos or you magically just grab ‘em for tours
with no collateral, if not they wanna battle you
that crabs in the barrel attitude is foolish, I use it as my fuel
don’t pay me no attention, baby, I’m just passing through (hey) some of choose to take the scenic route or avenue (hey)
it might not be fabulous or lead you to star status (but)
when it’s your God given gift, you go hard at it (what!)
so when them sisters are hissing and all them brothers laughing you let them view the future through their rose colored glasses screw the nonsense, you’ll accomplish great things
no time on your schedule for you to daydream
Track Name: Indestructible ft. Faust & Shortee (Prod. by M-Phazes)
Intro:
After all these years, you would think I’d need no introduction, right?
I had to reach back in the stash for this one. Bring back my man M-phazes.
And you know how we do, yeah.

Verse One:
Supastition is a leader who survived when most of them peeps had wrote ‘em off
a seasoned emcee, who lives and preaches the protocol
who never seems to please the elitists or the know-it-alls
but still got believers who witnessed and seen the bro involved the fans so in awe, it’s hard to tell if rappers are really
fresh or you’re impressed with them lowered bars
I spit the vocals hard, charged, never something subtle scream on these niggas like I’m M.O.P. or Bumpy Knuckles I’m indestructible, never accept the substitutes
never respect the suckers ‘cause they get love in the public view don’t be a sheep to trends or CDs shipping
listen for dope lyrics, man fuck the smoke and mirrors
still got the flow down to a science like alchemy
undoubtedly, may any harsh doubter north or south of me be hung from a balcony high enough for a crowd to see even without a beat, my skill levels out of reach
I’m the man, my pregnant mama said to honor Kam
the doctors saw the rap hands moving in my sonogram
so take a bow, I ain’t talking ‘bout Madonna or Rihanna’s jam I’m talking ‘bout my rhyming, homie I’m a champ-
-pion beyond these songs I unleash on
my response be strong as the Viet Cong recon
begone, ain’t no glamour and glitz or bright neon
lights, I’m ‘bout to rise to new heights it won’t be too long

Chorus:
I’m doing big things now. No more amateur pay. Can’t none of y’all stand in my way.
Right now I’m destructible
(I’m indestructible)
On my rise to the top, failure is not an option
now that I’m hot there’s no stopping. I’m in destructible (I’m indestructible)

Verse two:
Roll out the red carpet, this thoroughbred artist rep hardest rap war vet, respect garnered like an ex-sergeant
who once took direct orders from his headquarters
all I need’s a metronome click to get started
then I’ll transition from a writer to a sketch artist
before I beg for stardom I’d rather just Brett Favre it
hang up the jersey and cleats, I’ll stick to murdering beats
and strip ‘em down to a skeleton like a dead carcass
a lyricist’s spirit of hip hop I channel it
only in death will you stand next to me with a candle lit
the rhyme ruler, polish my mind like a fine jeweler
in this regular season I’m unbeaten like Don Shula
labels are standing in line hoping I sign to ‘em
(they lose) I’m more like Grey Goose, they want a wine cooler something cheap and watered down that they can mass produce and won’t knock ‘em on their ass, laugh but that’s the truth
their lapdogs and their same flawed nonsense
I pass, dawg, I rap raw, I came, saw, conquered
I fought for my acclaim, never paid for it
never had to tap dance a day for it or needed a Drake chorus
a major label is nothing more than a slave quarter
your contracts get auctioned off to who they played golf with
I could school but there ain’t enough tape for it
you think I’d ever sell my soul, nigga wait for it? wait for it?

Chorus:
No more amateur pay.
Can’t none of y’all stand in my way.
Right now I’m destructible
(I’m indestructible)
On my rise to the top, failure is not an option
now that I’m hot there’s no stopping. I’m in destructible (I’m indestructible)
Track Name: Rejoice (Prod. by Veterano)
Intro:
I guess it’s time to answer that question that some of y’all been wondering.
What really happened? Why I left the industry and all that. Let me just say it was more personal than business.
And business wasn’t making it any better either.
So I had to take a step back and get my life right. Let me explain.

Verse one:
Since we last spoke, I left you with a pessimistic attitude battered, bruised, learned rapper’s confidence ain’t shatter- proof
Nowhere to channel all the disappointment that accrued self-imposed exile, 3 year sabbatical
not that it matters to you, you found music elsewhere
I found a 9 to 5, survived a couple of health scares
I never questioned why all my records were selling average I was only caring about repairing my failing marriage
and being a better husband after all them European tours
it wasn’t worth all of the personal drama she endured
we became best friends, I dealt with depression
accepted that my passion should never be my profession that’s based on how my personality functions
(and the Williams) I found a better way to balance ‘em monthly
no surprise that most of fans are out of the country
I make music on the side, that’s how I live comfortably now

Chorus:
I’m back to doing what I love now, Im back to fight another round.
So forever more, all hail your boy and the let world rejoice, now sing it out loud
I’m back to doing what I love now, Im back to fight another round.
So forever more, all hail your boy and the let world rejoice.

Verse two:
There’s been some humbling moments within this musical biz
when your name’s finally growing but no foods in the fridge they scream “hell yeah, you ripping it”
but I didn’t have no Bel-Air wealth here, it was closer to a welfare recipient
the underground they always take pride in being rebellious they champion the underdogs, applaud the failures
it’s hard to tell when your personal life takes a nosedive when four, five hundred or thousand are at your shows live face problems? no, we rap away our lives
only way to escape is a Donny Hathaway demise
so I thought it was wise to leave, strengthen me mentally my life was hitting rock bottom, partner, fuck an industry don’t riddle me with talk about publicity stunts
check my history, when I been known to visibly front?
all these record companies crumbling, yo it would be dunce I love hip hop, I guess I just missed it for once. you understand, right?

Chorus: (Repeat)

Outro:
Ayo, your man Supastition, he gone rock, rock
and all the fans listening, they gone rock rock
you know it’s magnificent they way we rock rock come on, worldwide, stateside, we keep the place live yeah, Veterano, he gone rock rock
and North Carolina, yeah, they gone rock rock
we gone turn my home state into a hot spot
come on, worldwide, stateside, we keep the place live, live, live
Track Name: Best Worst Day (Prod. by Dirty Art Club)
Verse one:
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
Track Name: Yada Yada (Prod. by Marco Polo)
Verse one:
It’s the return of your recurring nightmare
southern messiah who only rock the flyest Nike Airs industry black sheep trying to fight being typecast screaming NC ‘til they put me in that white casket
it’s the day of reckoning, I’m the wrecking ball when the record spins
since the ?uest recommend, I’ve counted consecutive wins been in so many cities you would think I teleport
keep fans eyes bulging out like Tracee Ellis Ross
read between the lines, I define unsung
continue to son dumb n*ggas ‘til the funds come
and anybody trying to stop the agenda
will see I got a hotter temper than a mafia member
I rapped alongside Crooked I, Phonte, Elzhi
they look at I, reply “he’s no Kanye sales-wise”
keep it one hundred when others respond and tell lies
I’m humble, keep my head screwed on and held high
I never let the fame command me, I’ve seen it turn righteous n*ggas into Amos and Andy, jigaboos
hip hop’s my humble abode, I treat it like royalty
but these youngs boys, they be pissing all on the toilet seats disrespecting legends, someone call the board of ethics these dudes 1⁄4 skill and three quarters reckless
yelling ‘bout the legendary, legend what!
you don’t even measure up to the Kanes and the Lord Finesses
Now everybody screaming they the king, yada yada
they making outlandish claims and nobody’s bothered
tell them fools stay in their lane, they out of order
don’t make me grab one of these young lames by the collar Before you ever spend money on anybody’s product
find out if they’re about integrity or ‘bout a dollar
somebody gotta tell it like it is so Mr. Moye
came back to kill the villains and fill in the missing void sorry to disappoint those who didn’t miss the voice continue ignoring me like normally there is a choice
let the rest rejoice.... (crowd cheers)
never test your boy, I keep liquid swords in my reservoir metaphors, similes, double entendres
the bars stay consistent as the Baltimore crime rate slaughtering beats when I record report ‘em deceased
f*ck a critic, skins thicker than a Nautica fleece
got your girl on all fours, how about some hardcore
like a horny Nautica Thorn in a porno release
got her performing for me while you wasting time in the studio
pretending to be some kind of king in a Coogi robe
I undress beautiful ladies without the loot to show
quicker than a 60’s hippie can have a doobie rolled
ask me to do a show, you better have the show deposit
or point promoters to the exit with the door revolving
now you can say it’s good promotion for me, yada yada and this gone put me in the ranks with the hottest artists but before I am a rapper, I’m somebody’s father
and you always get what you paid for.... nada nada...
yada yada.... the yada yada...
It’s still Supastition, n*gga!
Track Name: Expectations (Prod. by The Mighty DR)
Intro:
Man, sometimes when you ask for the most basic things. It’s almost like you’re asking for too much. Is it really a crime to ask for good music, good women, good friends? Sometimes you don’t wanna settle for less.. you just want what you want. Nothing more, nothing less.

Verse one:
The other day I heard a song from my favorite group shameful, how they were basically chasing loot
they replaced all the sample-based breaks and loops with cheap keyboard beats, it was disgraceful dude
I had to face the truth.. it ain’t the 90’s
brothers were grimey touch acts to follow
I tried listening but all my favorite rappers
they made a transition into acting and fashion models damn! who ain’t trying to be Denzel?
who just wanna express the music within self?
who wanna be a true musician? see a few fists in
the air screaming “yeah” from the few dudes listening. artists who were truly cherished are now perishing the ones left are generic embarrassments
that ain’t arrogance, yo I’m speaking as a fan anybody with a decent pair of speakers understands
I just wanna hear a lyricist killing it, period
he ain’t gotta change fucking lives
man, I’m serious... dope rhymes over sick production is all I really ask for cut and dry

Chorus:
Give me something I feel, good music is all I ask for Something authentic, genuine, real.
That’s all I really need, I won’t ask for more
As long as I just get the basics, that’s just my expectations That’s just my, that’s just my, that’s just my expectations

Verse two:
The other night I was talking to a female associate openly and honestly ‘cause we’re real and closely knit we discussed how relationships falter
and how some of our friends have raced to the alter she glanced down at the ring on my hand
and asked “Supa, would you wanna be single again”
I said some of these girls, they forgot what being ladies means
I rather be shot than be back on the dating scene
she heard my answer and laughed, I replied
what chance do I have when they’re lacking the basic things taking pics with their hands on their ass
dressed scantily clad. that’s the woman that I make my queen?
I guess I’m just an old school graduate that admits
a certain way of thinking is inadequate
That ain’t the wavelength I function on
I’m not impressed with how many pair of Dunks you on
I’m not impressed with your measurements
I’m not impressed with you in a flick kissing your girl pretending to be lesbian
I’m not impressed with how many superstars tweeted you
or what you do in bed, let’s keep it between me and you
I don’t mean to sound condescending, I’m just telling you my kind of women, that’s my personal right.
nothing unbecoming, I just want a humble woman
who loves God.. and her personal life but it is too much to ask?

Chorus:
Give something I feel, a true woman is all I ask for. Something authentic, genuine, real.
That’s all I really need, I won’t ask for more
As long as I just get the basics, that’s just my expectations That’s just my, that’s just my, that’s just my expectations
Track Name: Perfect World ft. Dominique (Prod. by Croup)
Intro:
So with us, we must be beneficial to those who have befriended us.
Or those whom we have allowed to befriend. If they are making a mistake,
it is our duty to tell them that you are going wrong here. And if we don’t tell them... we are going to be making an even bigger mistake.
We are going to be responsible.

Chorus (by Dominique):
If I could change anything in life I would try to make things right No drama, no war, no fights.
I would make it a perfect world.

Verse one:
My life’s been a series of tough lessons
mistakes, misfortunes, victories, successes
couple of masterpieces, couple of rough sketches
eye opening moments that altered my perspective
cause when the music ends, I discovered what a true friend is
it’s not your fans, record label, or your crew members
it’s the friends with no agendas or minor plots
who still keep in contact whether you rhyme or not
whether you’re signed or not, whether your last album kindly flopped or it’s still on Billboard climbing spots
yes indeed it hurts when you see people in spurts
homies disappear then reappear when you need a verse. when my daughter was hospitalized for a month
do you think a member of my old crew called once?
but when they heard I was returning with some new music they sent so many messages. I’m through with you losers that’s the way a brothers treated by his own fam?
I’m through with trying to work it out, I’m through with phone rants
I’m reprogrammed, a different Kam
I applaud you as a rapper but fuck you as a grown man. your records out, they wanna reconcile and do tours
I got a family, what the hell I need a crew for?
to me it doesn’t hold much significance
maybe we can just discuss our differences... in a perfect world

Chorus:
If I could change anything in life I would try to make things right No drama, no war, no fights.
I would make it a perfect world.

Verse two:
There’s a lot of things I gotta accept to be in this business weighing pros and cons like a soldier re-enlisting
while I was gone, so called friends treated me different maybe for me to see it I truly needed the distance
I left the game fed up. I couldn’t tell you the whereabouts of names that I shouted out on Chain Letters
that small scale fam was more than I had bargained for seeing industry friends walk through revolving doors seeing some producers that you helped build a buzz
treat you like a peasant the second they start feeling loved I guess it’s just a reminder to me how real it was
fame will make a humble man feel godly
when I was on the rise, they was with me, beside me
but stopped speaking when they reached the 50’s and Kweli’s
I’m still standing even when they abandoned the lesser known
but personally I just felt like a stepping stone
and they won’t give a damn about it ‘til the wealth is gone I humble myself and tell ‘em “thanks for helping, homes” ‘cause regardless I’m an artist with a platform
when former friends see success I still clap for ‘em
I speak freely with no fear of being blackballed
‘cause if it ain’t God then whose permission do I ask for? the truth hurts when the words are thorough
you take offense? we can make amends... maybe in a perfect world

Chorus: (Repeat)