About Me
Born and raised in 1981, I had a very tough life. Daddy left me before I was born so I got drawn into drugs and crime very quickly. When I was four years old I went to prison for a twelve year stretch for managing city wide organised crime. I was surrounded by hustlers, gangsters, murderers, thugs...all people who used to work for me. While I was inside I got to listen to Run DMC and LL and quickly got the rapping bug. I started making demos in the prison recording studio. My little brother who was two at the time got my mixtapes out on the streets and the streets went crazy for it. I got mad radio play and dudes was begging for my release. When I got released at the age of ten, it was mad ridiculous, twenty thousand fans were outside the prison gates and I signed a record deal with Virgin Records right there. I was in the studio working on my album when one night when I was leaving I got shot 99 times, once in the mouth, obviously by some playa hatin' fool who didn't have my skills. I went to hospital and spent 3 days in rehabilitation. Once I was out on the street again, cats got nervous. I found the playa hater who shot me, his name was Les Dennis and he used to present a show called Family Fortunes. I knew he had to get dealt with, but I had fond memories of the show and didn't want to hurt the legacy. And his arm was weak and tired from shooting off his gun at me so many times. A pimp slap with some cheap talcum powder in front of Amanda Holden was enough to settle the score, she left him for me and we were happy together for six weeks.But despite OK and Hello magazine wanting to come see me and Amanda at home, take pictures and all kinds of ish, Virgin dropped me cos they didn't want that kind of controversy attached to them. Amanda the two faced hater said to me, "yo, I can't be with you if you ain't gonna make anymore money, I ain't saying I'm a gold digger, but I ain't messin' with no broke n****. This was the first time I heard a derogatory word in all the years of my organised crime, so I kicked her to the kerb before she kicked me to the pavement. There I was, a young MC, seemingly at the top of his game, losing his woman, and Virgin asked for my $10 million advance back. I lost my mansion in Beverley Hills and moved back to Bradford, West Yorkshire, England. I hit rock bottom, I had no money, and slept rough. I did some stealing bread oliver twist stylee just to keep food in my belly. I started rappin' for food on the streets. These haters at Heat magazine took pictures of me and said, "yo, isn't this that bad boy MC that used to go out with Amanda Holden?". That was wack, slowly but surely I rebuilt my crime empire, this time also moving into stealing shoes, shelving units and office stationery, to be resold to the italians. By the way, if anyone sees Marco Rossellini, tell him I don't care how weak his Lira is, he still owes me. Within a year, I was Top Dogg again, ballin, with millionz in the bank. I found myself in the Daily Mirror once a week attached to another lady. You know, a Jenny Lopez, a Jennifer Simpson, a Carmen Electra, basically anyone with their own calendar. I think back and I hate the way I broke this girls hearts, they loved me for shizzle but I didn't care. For that reason, J-Lo and her big ol' butt shopped me to the cops and I found myself in court again. Even with Johnny Cochran defending me, the judge was Dennis Rodman and cos he felt nervous with me out and about meanin' any woman was potentially all mine, he overruled the all-swedish-bikini-babe jury and sent me down again. So here I am, twenty years old again, back inside.While inside I did a crazy amount of press ups and got a body to die for. I met this guy called Old Willie Jones, who happened to be in prison the first time I was in. He gave me a copy of an LL poster I first had inside when I was about seven. It broke my heart. For the first time since I was a baby fresh out the womb I cried...it made national news. I decided to leave the hustlin' behind and return to my first love...da muzik! I started making crazy tunes and vowed to make it again as a gangsta MC. Cos I needed a new name, Willie said, "you give people something they love, they appreciate it, they need it, they look forward to it." Everything he said was true, so I asked him to keep going. "You're like a present, yo...a gift!" With that, the name was born, "The Gift" was in the building! With some good behaviour I got released a couple months back. I got a job working in a shop and have started focusing on gettin' back in the game. So now on this site you'll see some fruit of my labours. In the words of my old spa 2pac, I learned you just gotta "keep ya head up". One love.P.S. pray for me cos I still got the crime bug. Hustlaz for life!I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)
