I was born in Los angeles a project of the projects first born product prodigy of a prodigal son, the bastard son of the wasted one, not of addictive agents, but of lives. a shunt oddity of the neighborhood streets, geeked up before it was a trend be-friended outcast, and misfit though trying to fit in. Who am I? a mere shell of what was a dream, a contributing lie to what I most dispise. What is hell? becoming what you hate and dread, now I must spend eternity dwelling in all of the insecurities that I have come to create, I have represented all faucets of a negative image every cliche', sterotype, and statistic I share their values. A true nigga; Twisted metaphors and riddles allow me to culp with my choices in life, you don't have to be a criminal to be dangerious, or black to be a nigga just a willing participant. I do, so others of my flock don't have too. So history can serve as a blueprint, and my Hip Hop scriptures will act as a beacon! to draw focus to the truth of my life and of all whom have shape it, either positive or negative influences the truth is certain I will reign my lyrical lit-er-a-ture to evolve from nigga to (Negus). I am not a rapper. I am Hip Hop!>