80's baby. 90's raised me.

The new millennium made me crazy,

hastily drained me.

Enslaved me through phases that

gracefully changed me

in an out from an aching

game geek to a paint breathin, brain tweak.

Cant speak; no more talk,

so instead I make this

pain leak through enraged ink

and a sheet of pape'. Blink,

you gone need a take-3.

J to the K - Z , till my dyin' day in the grave sings.

I put my all into what I produce.

None of that whack mess from this side.

So I expect the same respect from who I rock with.

Im sensitive about my work

cause I'm passionate about my craft.

...quit laughin

....i meant that wit intense passion

so riff raff and get bent

backwards from whip-lash when this kick

catches your lip, flappin'...

..im stupid...

but yea,

this is what I do. since '96.

From makin beats, to writing rhymes,

from shooting vids to performing songs.

Artist since '92.

MC since '98.

Late.