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Best Worst Day (Prod. by Dirty Art Club)

from The Blackboard EP by Supastition

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‘Best Worst Day’ was an idea that had been floating around in my head for years. I could never find the perfect beat that matched the idea that I had. I wanted something heavenly and atmospheric to deliver the story. This is a hip hop version of the movie ‘Sixth Sense’ where I spend a day not knowing that I had already passed away. Originally, the song was going to be similar to Ice Cube’s today was a good day but I decided to add a few twists to make it more interesting. I love the art of storytelling and this came out the way that I envisioned it. I first heard the beat on the Dirty Art Club instrumental album and asked them if it was cool for me to record a song to it. Madwreck (who has mixed or produced on every album of mine) gave it the thumbs up along with his partner, Matt Cagle.

lyrics

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

credits

from The Blackboard EP, released January 15, 2013
Lyrics by K. Moye (Spit Junkies Music/BMI)
Music by J. McKiever and M. Cagle

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Supastition Atlanta, Georgia

Internationally known and respected as a lyricist, Supastition has built up the catalog and career to match. After spending his early years in the North Carolina hip hop scene, Supa has been featured on songs alongside KRS One, Royce da 5’9”, Little Brother, Stoupe (of Jedi Mind Tricks), RJD2, Elzhi, Marco Polo, and many others. ... more

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