RAPPER PRODUCER POET FROM THE SOUTHSIDE OF MINNEAPOLIS MINNESOTA BORN AND RAISED
 PART OF FULLMOON ENT
PEEP GAME RECORDS
 ANONYMOUS MARTYRS RECORDS
ZYGNOMINIOUS MUSIC

A monster created by the science of music and sounds now playing the in laboratory to see what can be created.

Songster, Composer, & Sound Mangler

Warbling sea harbored melodies - rhythmic tintinnabulary cabalettas inside soft baked fairy tale threnodies - lilting moontouched theramins and/or psychic lithographs of balloons, barns, and braided banana leaves - sleeping during dogwatch in the crosstrees by the languid moans of threadbare weatherboards - gritty euphonic lo-fi transmissions from long dead moon farms - invocations from antique radios short circuiting in cool spring rain.

This is for the anchors which bind the sugar to the orange.
For summoning unseasonal titans to storm the calamity of drab hours, out of ether,
the cloud throned dumplings who give suck to fat breasted delight and unabashed waking -
the blimpy sprites who gratify each naked fig by imbibing their mistaken turns
into the cotton headed sighs of unloved mouse trap music. 



My work has been featured on various Netlabels, film experiments, and worldwide radio shows, including BBC6's "Introducing".

Since I was an infant, I’ve been surrounded by music. My father, who at the time went by Rodney Blu, was a member of a local hip-hop group in Dallas named the NFG. I had the pleasure as a child to be present during rehearsals, performances and writing process and as a child, this molded me into an appreciator and enthusiast of hip-hop at a very young age. The NFG’s music was shaped predominantly by the era. The group, Niggas From the Grove, focused their material heavily on Gangster Rap themes, black empowerment and vigilante-like justice. They never reached any mainstream success but my decision to learn the art of Hip-Hop was a direct result of the NFG’s passion about the craft. One night in particular, the family, my mother, father brother, sister and I, were sitting around the television watching, if I’m nor mistaken, Bananas In Pajamas. A commercial for a compilation disc/tape set of hip-hop songs came on and I remember, I was about five at the time, being in awe of all the different songs, artists and styles with which they chose to deliver the message. My father took note of my attentiveness and told me, “that could be you one day, homeboy.” I will never forget that feeling. The very next day, I woke up and immediately stood before my father and told him that I wanted to learn how to rap. I figured what he said to me the night before had slipped his mind because he seemed to be taken aback by my request especially considering that it came from a five year old. That day, we painstakingly set out to write my first rhyme. A verse of six bars and a hook concerning a child’s safety in crossing the street. The minute I could recite the song from memory, I began to perform the piece, with my brother and sister whose parts were added later, at school talent shows, small community functions and whenever my old man found it necessary to impress his friends. Since then, I’d written small compositions from time to time, but I didn’t seriously consider becoming an artist professionally until I was about sixteen and able to express my disdain for mainstream Hip-Hop. Many of my influences came from the intellectual minds of the game, from ‘Pac to Lupe, from The Roots to Common. I continued to compose songs and develop my own style and it was pretty much understood within my circle of close friends and family that I would look to get signed some day.  It was when I was most confident about my abilities and preparing to leave off for college when out of nowhere, my mother died in her sleep. It was exactly a week after my eighteenth birthday and a few months before my high school graduation and God had taken my mother, a woman who worked three jobs at a time, away from me in her sleep. This sent me in a downwards spiral. I’d stopped writing, I attempted to take my own life a number of times and my relationships were falling apart. It was then that I’d began writing intensely and allowing my emotions to bleed through my work. 

My music is dedicated the minority of individuals all over the world who, despite the influences of the media and the people that disseminate the information and propaganda we're taught as fact, deny assimilation into a growing culture of submission, aimlessness and material. People who refuse to be labeled as products of a nation or that nation's governing establishment and insist on pushing the world and it's inhabitants in the direction that we KNOW will promote prosperity, equality and justice for all living things, people who have stopped being taught and begun to learn.

Success will be defined by the legacy I leave behind for generations after me.  I seek to ensure that I leave behind a world I know I will be satisfied with and that will be best suited for the enrichment of those who follow me. I have a vision of the world and I want to influence others to see the potential of a greater society.


Producers: Anthony, JD, and Cade
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