This music industry ain’t nothing more than one big crack game with a new drug and hustle. Fiends are the fans, haters are the critics, you got the major players, and music is the crack.
Tale of the Streetz, Part 3:
This blog shit is still weird for me. On one hand, I got the streets saying I’m telling them too much, and on the other hand I got the fans wanting to know more and I guess that's where the conflict of interest come in. I'm from a world where you’re trained not to speak and secrecy is everything (fuck the fame lets get the money); but in this music world the more you allow the people in, the more they become interested. People talking about you too much in the streets can lead to you being behind bars, but in this game your bars can lead to people talking and your legacy growing. I'm still getting use to this world but at the same time it’s not that foreign, a bunch of dick suckers, money lovers, haters and everyone swears they love you when you’re winning but there's really only a selected crowd that really fuck with you and really did believe. Those are the ones that will be around no matter the money or fame.
This music industry ain’t nothing more than one big crack game with a new drug and hustle. Fiends are the fans, haters are the critics, you got the major players, and music is the crack. From there it comes down to who has the best hustle and product. A diss record would be like knocking off a big hustler, if you do it right (ask 50 Cent).
You know what's a nigga’s favorite phrase in this bitch dred? " Trust me, I'm a real nigga"… fucking snakes. But in the hood, you at least have an idea who the snakes are and how to deal with them. In this shit, a nigga do you dirty and still laugh in your face. On another note, being from the Caribbean and in the south you are forced to learn every aspect of the game before you even get in (from street marketing to radio). So you’re able to build up clientele and a foundation with your product.
Right now my package is getting hot and its in demand because the samples we gave out in the form of DA SUPPLY MIXTAPE was uncut and classic (word of mouth is a mother, trust me). When it comes to your product the hood has to decide who’s gonna be the hot boy of the hour, not publications or internet (those are icing on the cake). But every now and then you have a d-boy that's able to go from local sensation and hood star, to business exec dred but in order for that to happen your product has to be so unique and timing has to be right.
The hood demands what should be supplied and right now my blue magic packs come in the form of “BEAT In DA TRUNK” ft YUNG JOC and “ON MY GRIND BITCHHHH”; they going coo coo for that shit dred, but we really gearing up to put this work out there. Guess now I completely understand the term hip hop head (a.k.a. crack head). And you know what, I realize you better keep supplying that fix to them or else they will shop with someone else.
My high comes from this studio shit and gaining more knowledge to become the best. I remember I would sit in the studio with DJ Toomp and just get that godfather wisdom and watch this nigga cook up these monsters (that brethren is one of the realest niggas you could meet). I fuck with Toomp, that's my nigga and you can't say that too much in this game. In the middle of writing this shit I got a call from my pops who’s doing life in prison; you know how those conversations go. He ready to get back on the streets.
That shit fucks with my heart sometimes but I got to keep it moving still and keep STREET VALUE running . Seems like every nigga in the prison wants to talk to a nigga, it’s like I'm their sense of hope right now. By the time they finish passing around the phone dropping a 15-minute conversation, it turns into a two-hour conversation. My pop never understood this music shit, but now he's seeing how these young boys in the yard react to my shit and is getting a better understanding.
Our calls seem to always be filled with court dates, updates on niggas who got busted, death, and jail sentence updates. Our prison system is one of the worst; you piss, shit, and take baths out the same bucket, crazy, but somehow he always leave the phone saying, "I’m doing okay, and what about them damn Lakers?"
And with that conversation a next anthem is inspired to give my new consumers their fix of the day. I never asked for the shit that goes on in my life but I don't run from it either and my music reflects that. A dream is only one sleep away and I plan on waking up with a $100 million in the morning.
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