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Honest Living EP

by Supastition

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This is a collection of songs dedicated to the working class and loosely inspired by NC’s failing economy. Supastition was inspired to write the EP after NC became the first state to eliminate federal unemployment benefits in 2013. A lot of people, including Supa, felt the effects of it. While he was searching for a job himself, Supastition documented those struggles first hand with the Honest Living EP. Croup is no stranger to Supastition music. They recorded their first official song (Adrenaline) on Supastition's The Deadline. Since then, they've been working together and crafting songs. Croup is one of the few producers who didn't change his sound just to get major placements. As a unit, Supa and Croup both refuse to compromise their sound and only care to appeal to those who dig that vintage sounding hip hop.

Thank you to all of the supporters worldwide who gave this EP an honest listen. If you’re loving the music then please spread the word to those who you think will enjoy it as much as you do.

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released February 18, 2014

All songs written by K. Moye (Spit Junkies/BMI)
Recorded At RSM Studios, Charlotte, NC
All songs produced and mixed by Croup for Croup Beatz
Executive Producers: K. Moye and D. Esser
Scratches on 'Honest Living' and 'Two Weeks Notice' by DJ Jon Doe

Scratches on 'Eardrum' by Croup
Original cover artwork / drawing by Joey Zero

Layout design by Kam Moye

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soundcloud.com/croupbeatz
twitter.com/croup123

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Track Name: An Honest Intro (Prod. by Croup)
All I really wanna do is be able to do what I love and also, get back what I put into it.
I don’t have to make a living off of music ‘cause then you start doing things out of desperation.
I’d rather go to work everyday, feed my family, and make some dope shit when time permits.
As long as I can make an honest living, you’ll always get honest music from me every time. That’s 100%.
Track Name: Honest Living (Prod. by Croup)
They try to make me feel bad ‘cause I don’t wanna live in this fucked up neighborhood.
 ‘Cause I refuse to deal dope to take care of my children. You know!

(Live how I live, it’s only ‘cause I’ve been through it)

Verse one:
Why is it wrong that I long for a life with no violence?
or sirens following sounds of gunshots firing?
innocent folks dying, living here grows tiresome
jobs I’m qualified for froze hiring
so I am just simply a product of my environment
so, screw retirement, Im barely getting by with this
on a wish, wing and a prayer, I wanna make this rap thing a career
but it’s the same love ballad I’ve been singing for years
so my lady don’t seem to care…
cause the false hopes and promises, we’ve both seen our share
but… I know there’s gotta be some way for me to profit more
I know there’s life waiting outside these projects doors
when I explore my options, I’m coming up short
I try to vent to my friends but what the fuck for?
I scream my dreams they seem less impressed with it
I guess my boys are just well dressing pessimists
busy chasing estrogen, they sexually charged
if destiny called they probably too lazy to check messages
don’t get me wrong, I ain’t ashamed to be hood
understood? but it’ll be good if I could see less of it
less aggressiveness, way less police greetings
a new neighborhood would change the way police greet us
from a “hey, boy” to a simple “hello, sir”
they wouldn’t see me as some ignorant Negro first
but nowadays I’m fed up hearing my old earth
tripping cause I’m in between jobs trying to soul search
see I’ve looking up and down but there’s no work
filling applications out, dropping off resumes
but even though I’m too talented for that peasant pay
realistically, I’m a peasant in present day
without money, I just can’t afford to hesitate
plus I’m hungry, trying to put us in a better place
that’s really what I need to do
I’m sick of living in an area where people won’t even deliver pizza too
and these security gates they break daily
so my lady and my neighbors don’t feel safety
my homies seem complacent with wasting away
or just partying’ til the date they placed in a grave
but even though I don’t got a pot to piss in
I got a mission, I’m optimistic
gotta drop the negative views blocking my vision
gotta pocket some quick dollars like it’s nobody’s business
racing against the clock, feels like I’m chasing the second hand
I’m to the point I’ll take any job that you recommend 
forgot about the fact I’ve been on multiple tours
I’m not too high-minded to work at a grocery store
or any place I’m employed, I got pride, don’t think that mine is missing
what kind of man is ashamed to make an honest living?
I mean, my children got food, clothes, shelter
and I’mma be embarrassed? come on… what kind of times you live in? 
where dope dealers get more respect than 9 to 5ers
what kind of man would be ashamed to make an honest living?

Chorus:
It feels like I’m struggling and barely getting by
The attitude around me is live and let die
My boys, they just wanna get drunk and get high
But I just wanna make me an honest living
I just wanna make me an honest living
I just wanna make me an honest living

(Live how I live, it’s only ‘cause I’ve been through it)
Track Name: Two Weeks Notice (Prod. by Croup)
Co-worker talk: 
Yes, yes… just another day at the office. 
Hey Steven, how are ya? 
Did you watch the golf game last night? It’s pretty incredible!
 Steve, Steve… look at Lisa’s ass. That is the perfect peach! It is amazing!
 Hey, new guy. Are you looking at what I’m looking at? Yes, right there.

Verse one:
Welcome to my new corporate gig, it’s been a minute since I’ve worked
but they was offering shiiiit… fly benefits and perks
compared to my last job, I could’ve invented the earth
and they still would’ve underpaid or diminished my worth
now my rate of pay’s doubled, my vacation days tripled
health insurance ain’t the cost of an enderly aged cripple
even saw some black executives pushing some high speed Porsches
I got a 150 square feet office
no Steve Jobs shit but humbled by it regardless
a year from now my finances won’t be see-sawing
I’ll see more ends, my money’s pointed one way
that’s upwards, before I was like “fuck a 401k”
cause this the gig that you pray on your knees for
got a call back from Human Resource and quit my last job
with no remorse, we divorced, my attitude’s the coldest
I got a real job now, fuck your two weeks notice, nigga

Chorus:
Got my mind made up, already got my bags packed
got some paper saved up, I’m leaving and that’s that
got no future plans of bringing my ass back
that means I’m giving you my two weeks notice
Got my mind made up, already got my bags packed
got some paper saved up, I’m leaving and that’s that
got no future plans of bringing my ass back
that means I’m giving you my two weeks notice

Let’s fast forward about 3 years later.
I guess I was blinded by the steady paychecks and whatnot.
But I’mma be real with you though. I hate this fucking job, yo!

verse two:
The distorted truth and corporate loops I must maneuver through
It’s lose-lose if my future’s glued to this cubicle
it’s borderline delusional, a 9 to 5’s a risky route
who chews you up and spits you out the day you have no future use
banks are less giving, I thought this business was mutual
I’ve been reached my debt ceiling plus my bills through the roof
the daily drive to work feels like commuting to a funeral
the job’s screaming labor costs and not the ones that you induce
I blew a fuse, mad as fuck when I saw my tax deductions
on my last check, man these $#$%@# racking up
I feel like acting up, waving a tech and shooting off a face
or maybe bash a printer like a scene from Office Space
these yuppy fuckers uppity with no apologies
thinking the world revolves around their job and their college degrees
you went to Harvard, you graduated from Princeton
I grew up on the other side, your lifestyle was fenced in
since then I went from the projects to better architecture
only problem you faced was a Harvard hard semester
I had a father arrested, my cousin caught a charge for possession
you asked for a Jag, your daddy bought a Lexus
you felt like God was testing you, don’t understand it see
I’m like an architect trying to build a bridge to sanity
my sanity’s where? I’m standing empty-handed and bare
I’m feeling like a malt liquor add in Vanity Fair
so out of place just trying to fit in for dividends
friends say that I’m moving up but it feels like I’m giving in
“Now Kam, I know you put in for that new position
but we just don’t think you’re there yet… sorry”
accepting your place in life is bitter, it’s hard to swallow it
these pride and heart demolishers too much for cardiologists
this job’s stunting my growth, mentally feeling destitute
if life’s full circle, mine appears to be a crescent moon
sick of this fucking place, meetings and boring lectures
corny Poindexters, wanna be horny porn extras
dry ass bagels and coffee, 6 in the morn breakfast
I’m cleaning out my desk today’s the day I’m gone exit

Chorus:
Got my mind made up, already got my bags packed
got some paper saved up, I’m leaving and that’s that
got no future plans of bringing my ass back
that means I’m giving you my two weeks notice
Got my mind made up, already got my bags packed
got some paper saved up, I’m leaving and that’s that
got no future plans of bringing my ass back
that means I’m giving you my two weeks notice

(This is my job, I keep my shirt tucked in)
Track Name: Eardrum (Prod. by Croup)
Scratch Hook:

While I kick facts, react on funky tracks

This here is something stupid for the eardrums

This is rap, for real

Wanna hear something slick, son? then here it comes


You know this my type of vibe. That Supa shit! Croup! Let’s rock…

Verse one:
It seems like my essence is fluorescent, my messages shine in the dark
and my perspective, professors define this as art.
no weapons or records about how my nine and my semi spark
no techs in my dresser, just lectures from John Henrik Clarke
to keep my mental sharp for serpents that I cross
quick to push a weak disc jockey right off his high horse
I’m spilling my feelings, real, it’s nothing acrylic
there ain’t a liquor facility that can bottle up my thoughts
get 5 stars for my stage presence, it’s on caliber
with the great legends, swinging the excalibur to slay peasants
murder any track from Metallica to break records
hang all my challengers by their fake necklace
you write crime novels, I speak life and recite verses
that mind boggle, listeners respond “Bravo!”
brothers and sisters all over the world love to listen
you barely noticed by the people in your subdivision

Scratch Hook:

While I kick facts, react on funky tracks

This here is something stupid for the eardrums

This is rap, for real

Wanna hear something slick, son? then here it comes


Verse two:
I’m a savage or beast when attacking the average beat
like Louis jazz scatting, my patterns are rather unique
this for the urban avenues and the streets, niggas with attitudes
this music ain’t compatible for Malibu Beach
I’m Derrick Rose, your generic flows are more like Gerald Henderson
I’m solo so it’s me against the fucking world scrimmaging
no censoring, my supporters respect thorough penmanship
you venturing into singing, hoping that girls are into it
You weak dudes easy to see through as cheap jewels
a bunch of punching in vocals, heavy edits, and EQ’s
I mistreat fools who try to sell me a beat used
I kick your face in ‘til my feet’s like Iron Sheik shoes
I refuse to be cool and cordial with posers
These corporate vultures would pimp their daughters for exposure
I’m willing to sacrifice a million to have my rights
powered by my hunger, your thoughts dictate your appetite
my audio recordings haunt ‘em, leave ‘em sort of shook
lyrically, I’m the iron chef, the rest are short order cooks
this is gourmet seasoned fricassee sautéed
I’m the reason why your time at the top was a short stay
the rawest dude in the place, who can debate?
you Nightcrawler niggas talk until your blue in the face
I’m one of North Carolina’s indisputable greats
worldwide reputed, making my best music to date, you damn straight

Scratch Hook:

While I kick facts, react on funky tracks

This here is something stupid for the eardrums

This is rap, for real

Wanna hear something slick, son? then here it comes

Track Name: Nothing Like It (Prod. by Croup)
Chorus:
It’s just a lovely day

the kind to chase all your troubles away

(It ain’t nothing like it, bruh)

sometimes you’ve gotta humble yourself

and give thanks for good life, good times, and good health
(It ain’t nothing like it, bruh)
It’s just a lovely day

the kind to chase all your troubles away

(I said it ain’t nothing like it, man)

So every day that goes by
I’m appreciative and give thanks to the most high

Verse one:

Too often I get occupied with my inner dilemmas
my problems with women and friends I’ve been driven to pen ‘em
it’s only right that I stand here with my first raised
and give praise and dedicate the next few minutes to living
there ain’t no secret that Supa struggled a hundred nights
but there is nothing like that moment when you’re loving life
no better feeling than waking up feeling overwhelmed
with optimism without the issues from no one else
ain’t nothing like knowing you waking up tomorrow
with less money to borrow, paying your final car note
one less overdue bill, one less extra problem
the best feeling is when your check is direct deposited
feels like you hit the lottery when you got spare bucks
no better feeling than new sneakers and a haircut
ain’t nothing like getting fresh and someone responds to it
them random compliments always boost your confidence
now that’s the ultimate high, you can’t knock it
the best feeling is when you find a twenty in your pants pocket
no better feeling than finding a job that you need
and telling your old employer that you quitting in two weeks
(ooowee) now that’ll take your good mood to new peaks
like your first apartment when you signing that new lease
like doing well and having it together
I’m just enjoying life’s simple pleasures
and man it ain’t nothing like it, bruh

Chorus:
It’s just a lovely day

the kind to chase all your troubles away

(It ain’t nothing like it, bruh)

sometimes you’ve gotta humble yourself
 and give thanks for good life, good times, and good health
(It ain’t nothing like it, bruh)
It’s just a lovely day
the kind to chase all your troubles away

(I said it ain’t nothing like it, man)

So every day that goes by
I’m appreciative and give thanks to the most high

Verse two:
What a wonderful feeling to hear your song played
by a respectable DJ, it makes it all worth it
the best feeling is having a family chilling
and waiting to greet you after a 10 hour work shift
the perfect smell of a home-cooked meal
the feeling of helping someone based on your own good will
ain’t nothing like being someone no one believed in
now you see ‘em, they’re cheesing and geeked off your achievements
like seeing your ungrateful ex when you’re with your new chic
and she’s doing a double take hard enough to break her neck
like zooming through a yellow light, look in the rear view
and every car behind you stopped and no police are near you
I swear to you, there’s no better feeling than when your child’s born
the stress your lady gave you stretched at least a mile long
but you smile on, the best feeling and proud moment
is when you make an honest living without wrong
something that your parents can be proud of
finally found a presentable women that’s about love
ain’t that the best feeling? I might sound cliché speaking
loving life feels like everyday’s a three day weekend
let’s begin, begin there ain’t no reason we can’t
live life to the fullest, every season we just revamp
ain’t nothing like having it together
I’m just enjoying life’s simple pleasures
I swear, it ain’t nothing like it, bruh

Chorus:
Repeat
Track Name: Good As Gone (Prod. by Croup)
Check this out, man. My homeboy called me up on the phone.
He’s all bawling and crying and shit, talking about his girl had broke up.
I’m like “nigga, what?” Know what I’m saying!

Verse one:
My homie hit me on the horn and 4 in the morn, son was all choked up
I’m yawning, he talking about him and his jawn broke up
my first thought was “so what!” the fuck a nigga crying for
but shorty had his mind in a blindfold
he would climb mountains and walk through fire to get admired by her
a day without her, he felt like he stopped living
he placed faith in her, lobster and steak dinners
she straight played with him, treated him like chopped liver
he said, I used to be the dude that she was loyal to
I used to feel like our future plans were foil-proof
then I began to mature, know what I’m saying mi amor
she began to explore and ignore the truth
all she ever did was bitch about this and that
I gave her intellect but she preferred disrespect
I dug my own grave trying to hard
the broad treated me like U-God, there’s nothing left to RZArect
so I had to disconnect, packed my belongings
no longer will she stomp on this brother with a good heart
now she’s crying “come back”, she’s turned a new page
who’s to say she ain’t changed? but I don’t wanna be her bookmark
I mean really man I’ve dedicated years
she was easily impressed by new niggas in ear
understand what I’m saying, Kam and where I’m coming from?
and I responded “yeah, sounds like my career”

Chorus:
See you’ll never miss the water ‘til the well runs dry
you realize good things are hard to come by
when you’re left empty-handed ‘cause you’re taken for granted
the moment that you miss it is when it’s not by your side
You gone miss it when it’s good as gone, when it’s good as gone
when it’s good as what what, it’s good as gone
when it’s good as gone, when it’s good as gone
when it’s good as what what, it’s good as gone

Verse two:
My brother, Kev stopped by the crib a Sunday or two ago
right when I had finished up a verse in the studio
he said it’s gotta be beautiful, loving what you’re doing, bro
compensated for doing shows out in Europe, yo
he said for what it’s worth, I work at this business firm
but my 9 to 5’s kind of like a prison term
an ego circus with me and my co-workers
I got big dreams but the screen’s close circuit
I break my back for the paper stacks
the backbone of the company, they’re fronting when I want a raise
these Uncle Toms just happy to have a job
look back at me like I’m odd whenever I say I’m underpaid
and some people think the universe is in my hands
just because a brother’s on a different pay scale
hell, I mean I do get perks and it was cool at first
am I ungrateful ‘cause I raise hell?
all my good deeds, no! nobody mentions it
when I mention should leave the job now they’re interested
said I’m a great representative
but won’t spend a dime on me, man I’m trying to make sense of it
I probably would’ve stayed longer if I would’ve known
but people rarely honor things ‘til their good as gone
you feel me, Kam? man, I’ve had it up to here
I responded back, “yeah, you described my career”

Chorus:
See you’ll never miss the water ‘til the well runs dry
you realize good things are hard to come by
when you’re left empty-handed ‘cause you’re taken for granted
the moment that you miss it is when it’s not by your side
You gone miss it when it’s good as gone, when it’s good as gone
when it’s good as what what, it’s good as gone
when it’s good as gone, when it’s good as gone
when it’s good as what what, it’s good as gone