My first memories derive from the tender age of 3. I remember as a baby, the family was together in our Rockdale home and my sippie cup was sat on the kitchen table. The sippie cup was set in a pile of newspaper. Around age 4, I returned to that pile of newspaper and found that sippie cup there. Hmm. Why is that important? I dunno. I got the long term memory of an elephant. My next memory was age 5. I started Kindergarten and got a Super Nintendo.
(I had to)
Playing several hours of Nintendo broadened my thinking, art-wise. I would draw the characters on the screen and off the packaging. My first game was Mortal Kombat, or Super Chase HQ. So for some time, my mind was on the video game world. It was all I really had. My creativity would carry me far. I smashed other kids in drawing contests. Dig it?
If you follow this site, then you know what ages 6-9 held for me. Ha, 69....
My aunt married my uncle when I was in the third grade, I remember the day. It was done in a court room, I expected the traditional styled wedding. You know? The maids of honor, ring bearers, et cetera. It was still a nice occasion. I'd stand over the shoulder of my newfound uncle while he made beats. I always wondered what he was doing. So I broke from the games and asked him. He put the headphones on my head and the rest was history. Music was like a cancer cell inside of me, growing, expanding. Dig it?
I'm not a very avid reader. The first book I ever thoroughly was Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone.
I admired the author's back story more than the book itself. It made me believe ANYTHING is possible. I continued to live and I met the cat who changed my life forever.
(Yung Thug/Stuntman)
I met this cat when I was 10, he was 9. We clicked because we were a lot alike. In 2001, life was diferent on some real shit. He brought a tape recorder he jack moved from his mom. The only logical thing to do with something that records voices is to rap. We asked his dad to buy us some cassette tapes. We rapped. Our next door neighbor joined our effort. We called ourselves The Ghetto Skeletons, why? Beats me. I don't think Bone Thugs were in mind.
(Burnz...formerly D-Money)
We were on some other shit as little skamps. My first rap name, don't laugh, was A.K.A. I don't know why, it just sounded cool. A week later I changed it to Ka-Million. Burnz was then D-Money, "I get the honeys, I smack you like you a fake bunny." Burnz and I nicknamed Stuntman, Skittle. That's a rip of Eminem....since he was biracial. For some reason, Burnz and Stuntman hated each other's guts. They used to fight in the studio, but when the music came on, they put their differences aside.
(Seth Boogie)
My uncle's brother, Seth, supplied Royal Entertainment(Burnz's label) with beats. Stuntman, Burnz and I probably set a Guiness World Record for the fastest recorded tape ever. We had 23 tracks, and we recorded all of them within 3 hours. I would record at Boogie's house and he taught me a lot about the music game.
I remember my first beats on this program. At first, we didn't understand the program. The program was deleted and re-installed two or three times before we understood it.
High school. Now, I almost went to Walnut Hills in the 7th grade, but I didn't pass the entrance exam. The idea of an all boys school didn't quite appeal to me because EVERYBODY had something to say about it. As I got deeper into the Companion Scholars scene, I determined, this is where I wanted to be. I took the exam and got a letter in the mail saying, "See you this Fall!" I never saw my results until the end of my Sophomore year. I barely made it in test-wise, but I had SO MUCH CLOUT, it wasn't funny. I had a FULL RIDE SCHOLARSHIP. To the St.X illiterate, annual fee was 8g's then, it's up to 9ish now. This is where I met the future members of M.T. Bag. I met Boogie in my Freshman homeroom. He later introduced me to his twin, Skeem. I met Grimm through another friend Freshman year too, but we never clicked til Sophomore year. Due to my mental breakdown and bullshit at home, I quit focusing on What's Important Now, and that's how I lost. I transfered from X to SCPA. When it first went down, I felt nothing, stoic. Years after the fact, it's like, shit, I let EVERYBODY down. Time goes on.
School for the Creative and Performing Arts
This is where I learned my celebrity. I operated like a ghost. I only interacted with who I needed to and mingled with the "pretty people". I was more addicted to the life than the academics. My grades were top notch first quarter, then they took a 90 degree drop, get it? 90 Degrees, Nick Lachey? I spent time getting high outside and sleeping behind giant file cabinets. I didn't wanna be there so bad, I skipped school at home. The family thought I left, I'd be upstairs asleep ALL DAY. Staging my entrance was the hard part, I never looked forward to it, but it had to be done. Here, I was introduced by Stuntman, to a young'n who really admired my raps.
This kid appeared on several tracks with me and Stuntman. He could rap. He called himself Cashmere at the time. Last I heard from him, he was MC Mustafah, I bet that changed. I had a little fan club, but I didn't appreciate it. "You never know what you got til it's gone." True shit. I know I can not handle fame . Nowadays, I think, like, I need to get my uber respect back. I USED to be the man, now, I'm that guy with the beats and rhymes. Dig it?
Other than that. I'm a n old man, and I got attachments. I need to see my niece because I haven't met her before. I think I might learn a thing or two from her youth.
Scissors
P.E.A.C.E
P.S.~I feel better. Better than I've ever been, not really, but close.
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