Head bobbin gangsta rap music at its best, real street music to listen too.

10 MP3 Songs in this album (30:06) !
Related styles: Hip-Hop/Rap: Gangsta Rap, Hip-Hop/Rap: Hardcore Rap, Solo Male Artist

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To me this album symbolizes great change and the many chains or bad habits that you have to break in order to create balance in your life. The title; To The Death Of Me , to me, means life's desires and what you have to do to get the prize. Everybody wants a roof over their head, a car that starts up and money in the bank. These are the most important things in life besides family and I'm willing to do what ever it takes to achieve status. Everything cost money and I'll relax when I retire.

Music has always been the soundtrack to my life from day one. I remember the radio, LP's and 45's playing in my house from sun up to sun down. When I was around 11 years old, I discovered that I had a talent for writing poetry. Deep sh*t, not that old roses are red type of poems. Many of the poems I did not even understand until now.

When I was a senior in high school, I met a guy who was in a local rap group by the name of Northern Exposure. I ended up joining the group of 3 as the fourth member and we all agreed on a new name for the group, PROPHIT.

We recorded our first song at the Disc out in Eastpointe. The track was titled "Ridin" (ride in) and it used a sample of The Girl Is Mine by Michael Jackson. Ridin ended up winning us an award from Discmakers and was put onto a compilation cd they put out called "MidWest Heavy Hitters.

From that point, PROPHIT began its rise throughout the local Detroit underground scene. During our movement, we became friends with nearly all local rappers at the time. We through shows and parties with groups like Grim Reality, 51/50, Paradime (beats at will), Eminem, D12, HUSH (da ruckus), Shane Capone (m.o.b.) and many other groups.

As our group moved toward success, as with any band or group not fully focused on the same prize, we began to fall apart, which eventually lead to the group breaking up.

As I continued with my music career, an opportunity came one day when I was stopping by a friend of mines record store to drop off some more cd's. The record store was Inktown Records owned by my friend Ron. During this particular visit to the store, he told me that for years, he has been saving money and working on building his connections in the music industry because he wanted to start his own record label.

He then said that the time is now and that he had been watching my music sells and thought I would work well with his label. He asked me then, can you do a song for me acapella. I performed and within a couple weeks, I was in the studio recording tracks.

A few months past while everything was being prepared. The fliers were ready, the t-shirts, cd and other promotional items, all ready to go. The phone rings and I pick up. My dear friend Ron was in a fatal car wreck on the way home from the record store. Even though I heard the voice on the phone clearly, I said "WHAT". I had just seen him no more than 3 hours before the phone call.

I was angry and sad at the same time. I was not mad about the record deal falling apart. I was mad at God for taking my friend, someone who believed in me, someone who wanted to do the right things in life.

I stopped recording music. I started reading everything about music and the internet that I could get my hands on. I've read all kinds of coding and scripting books. I would be up until 4 or 5 in the morning every night searching-up this and that, testing codes and all kinds of sh*t.

Knowing all of the sh*t that I know about the internet and music along with having literally a stock pile of songs I still did not have the urge to record music until Halloween 2010. My friend Ron spoke to me in a dream that night. There was no shiny light and he did not have on a bath robe with wings sticking out of his back, we were in the record store.

He was putting away a new shipment of records and cd's behind the counter. He finished, and then he turned to me and said, "It's not over".

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