You can say my battle rap career started at the lunch table in junior high. I was born to battle rap. I went to prison and did 7 years straight, but as soon as I got to the yard, I was challenged to battle. I didn’t even make it to my cell yet.
Once I got settled in, I went OPA (Out of Place of Assignment). It was very hot outside; it was June 2006. I covered my green wristband up so that the guards didn’t know I was on orientation. I smoked this dude named Grimy (RIP). He was rapping like Jadakiss, and I destroyed him. The yard was mine for the rest of my duration.
After I came home in 2012, battle rap had taken on a whole new meaning and style. It was crazy to witness, but I was behind. I didn’t know if I was willing to make that type of adjustment to my pen. You see, when I was battling in prison, my flow pattern was on beat, but this new structure of battle rap was without a beat and way more complex. I was intimidated at first, but then I became a fan and just studied the craft.
After 3 years of studying, I finally decided to try. My best friend, Cliff, pushed me over and over toward this decision. I started back battling in Des Moines, where I was shown the most love I’ve ever received rapping outside of prison. You see, my hometown always tried to downplay how good I was. They would stand outside of the bar back in the day when I was rapping to make it seem like I was trash. But really, I’m just from a place where there’s a lot of surface-level thinking and lack of support due to small-town politics.
Now, I did very well for myself, but then COVID hit, and I lost some momentum. Our group broke up, but we’re all still brothers. I then formed my own brand, Felony Raps, and got my momentum back. I formed this brand to represent all the ex-cons who struggle with getting jobs, being judged by family members, and society. I just wanted a place for felons to feel at home, and Felony Raps is that place.
I paid the entry fee, drove to Harlem with my best friend, and put on a show in front of the judges. The judges were all legends in their own right—names like Tay Roc, DNA, New Jersey Twork, Jaz the Rapper, GOODZ, and a few others were in the building. There were 5 of the top battle rap groups there to judge and pick up new talent if there was a fit. 1st and 2nd place would automatically get picked up out of 16 MCs. I was chosen by the almighty NWX, a group formed by the legendary K-Shine and DNA. I was ridiculously happy to get a shot at the big leagues.
So, this love that I was receiving from strangers outside of prison really blew my mind. After battling unprofessionally for 3 years, I got some money together and started to network in New York. I had 8 battles on YouTube at the time. I felt like I had enough work to showcase and send links to the right people to get a shot.
My friend, a fellow battle rapper named Hungry, was given the first shot to the big leagues. I supported him, but after the battles, I would introduce myself to the right people. I did this, and it worked a little, but I knew I needed to network even more. So, I drove to New York again 2 months later, did more networking, and then one day, I was on Instagram and saw a flyer about a tournament in Harlem. The person hosting it was the one and only Charlie Clips from Wild 'N Out.