Supastition is one brilliant writer/emcee who through his 7 Years of Bad Luck LP, has more than enough to say about his countless trials and tribulations. In making an effort to be appreciated as an emcee, a father, a son and a survivor, his raps are all self-defining compositions from the past seven years. The funny thing is, the way he spits – with considerable pessimism – his seven years have been so depressing, that his highly skillful raps here are ironically confirming how he ain’t gonna make it, ever.

Obviously he’s had much time to sit and write because on this LP, it’s like his biography. He has more words to start a new dictionary series, and he’s one of the few emcees who could spill their imagination into rhymes with such clarity and attentiveness to intricate details. On “Celebration of Life”, his deep sleep takes his pen writing a ghostly masterpiece where he finds himself chillin’ in the hip hop lounge of music-heaven, a place where he describes the scenery: “Then I looked around to find that Bob Marley’s on acoustics/Seeing Freaky Tah and Big L together trading pool-sticks/With beats banging out the speakers too hot to stop/On the turntables I saw Subroc and Scott LaRock!”

Over a continuously maneuvering fluid groove, jump on this ride and follow his flow down this lesson lane about hip hop and the irony of life – through the deceased. Sharing a heap of scenarios, hilarious punch lines and fearless call-outs throughout many cuts like “Da Waiting Period”, “That’z Muzik” and others, Supastition can grab the attention of anyone who can listen. You don’t have to be a listener of hip hop to take notice of this guy’s wit. His pain you’ll have to sympathize with also, and on “Mixed Emotionz”, of which the SECRET CUT at the album’s end is remixed by Freshchest Prose, you will have a better listen as the piano-riff sinks into your skin’s raised pores.

On “Best of Life” he gets into even more of his personal side. This time, his bio touches on re-patching strains between him and his mom, then he tries to prove to his kid and baby’s mother that his fatherly role is more than just a mere act. He continues in the third verse to express in a rare non-insulting and sensitive way, how he’s found real love through marriage to the perfect woman, despite her difference in race. However, “Hip Hop Vs. Life” is his most explicit biographic description, getting into details of his struggles up the hip-hop ladder, even though he feels as if he hasn’t moved anywhere. Trying hard to convince his shaky confidence and fragile sanity that he can’t give in, the unrewarding efforts seem to much for Supastition to hang on, so through the hopeful “Dreamland” he imagines all the things he’d do and be if he had a million dollars. But reality has it that Supastition is still one broke-ass brother, and by his effortless supply of downtrodden blues, he has enough sob stories to replenish the careers of John Lee Hooker and BB King.