How did you fall in love with Hiphop?

[Producer_GyaL]

I walked up to the mic and started busting. I blow everybody away. Most people at the party had never heard me speak. The first thing they heard me say was a dope ass freestyle over two Tupac beats.

That feeling stuck in me, they felt my passion. They felt my love for hip hop.

At that moment I realized this was my life. Hip hop holds all my secrets and dreams.

Hell of nice Story!!! I enjoyed reading it, even though im sorry for what you've been throught. I like to see why Hiphop is so important for people, and especially for you i understand it pretty well. Welcome to Illmuzik by the way and i hope you'll stay around!

 

[StressWon]

I have grown up listening to hip hop my whole life. For a long time I really took it for granted. In 1996 my mother died 2 weeks before I started my first year of high school. Her death hit me real hard. I had always been a very open and outgoing person, but when she died I completely closed myself off and isolated myself.

Before my mother died I felt invincible. I used to be extremely insensitive and never thought of how my actions and words affected other people. Her death made me vulnerable. I wanted to disassociate myself from everyone so I couldn't be hurt again. I went from being the most popular dude in my neighborhood to a hermit in the matter of 2 weeks. I avoided everyone except my two best friends, and with them I only answered their calls here and then and talked to them if they stopped by my house.

My two best friends remained outgoing and were extremely popular in high school. They'd have their fun, and occasionally people would see us together outside of school or my friends would have a girl over and I would be at their house chilling. I became a Myth, hence that's my moniker now. People didn't understand our relationship or history and my friends always respected my privacy.

I didn't talk to anyone except my friends. I had so much shit going through my mind I started writing rhymes just to get it all out. All my frustration and depression. I started buying instrumental albums and just sitting in class with the headphones and a hoodie on writing songs. I never had my headphones off. At night a played my albums on repeat throughout the whole night.

Hip hop was my lifeline. It kept me alive (I'd been contemplating suicide). I would think about swallowing pills but my love for hip hop wouldn't let me.

Finally in my senior year. My best friends ask me to go out to a movie, I went. Afterwards they forced me to go to a party. At this party a couple dudes started freestyling and battling (typical dudes, smoke some weed started flowing).

I walked up to the mic and started busting. I blow everybody away. Most people at the party had never heard me speak. The first thing they heard me say was a dope ass freestyle over two Tupac beats.

That feeling stuck in me, they felt my passion. They felt my love for hip hop.

At that moment I realized this was my life. Hip hop holds all my secrets and dreams.

Wow, that was like mad inspirational.(Did i spell that right?) Anyways, you will find a bunch of cats here with the same love. Welcome.

Also, I have to add, I knew when I started to rhyme,,,,it was when I was watchin the video for Tribe's "Bonita Applebum". I was like, thats what I wanna do,,,,

 

[ManDAmyth]

Good looking out Producer Gyal and Stresswon.

Since the day I freestyled I've been dedicated to this ish. I was just an emcee but I haven't been able to hook up with any dope beatmakers. So I've decided to produce myself. Started off with ACID then went to Fruity Loops.

Now I got an MV-8000, so we'll see how it goes.

 

[Phonetik]

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Verse Two:

Now periodically I would see
ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick
DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

Verse Three:

I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you well he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop

 

[Producer_GyaL]

Phonetic, Nice lyrics, sad story.

 

[Protege SS]

I was always into Hip Hop, Hip Hop is a part of me. I bought my first Hip Hop CD when I was I think 7 or something, it was Kriss Kross's CD with "Jump" on it. I forgot the name. To this day I still listen to the record, some of the finest displays of sampling if you ask me.
When I was 8 I even tried to put together a rap group called "Kandystore Hustlaz" lol. We used to just spit wack ass rhymes in the park, but it was fun.
By the time I was 10 I knew all the lyrics to Wu-Tang Clan's 36 Chambers. I used to spit their rhymes and tell people I wrote it cuz not a lotta cats was feeling the Wu down south.
When I was 14 I was introduced to Fruity Loops and I rocked that for about a year and eventually got an ASR-10 which I'm still rocking today.
Protege