Tyrone DeAndre Kemp (January 16, 1983-March 1, 1996) R.I.P
If it weren't for him, I never would have started rappin, I don't think. He came from Tyler, TX...spit some raps his cousin was doin', and it just made me wanna do it. We both started freestylin' on the way to school (6th grade), and people to this day still remember me sittin in class bangin a beat on the desk, and rappin' to it. I gave up for a few months after he passed, then I got off my ass and penned STOP THE PAIN, which circulated the streets QUICKLY after it was recorded. Since then, I've been writing, I'm Tyrone's slave...I wrote 350 songs in less than a year right after he died, and I've been goin' ever since...I don't do this rap shit for me, I do this rap shit for us, and for everybody out there that knows how bad it feels when you're TRULY suffering. I'm not talkin about just being broke, I'm talkin about SUFFERING....when you lose shit that you couldn't imagine living without...shit that when you think about it, it's hard to breathe, and it's hard to want to. That's why I do this shit...