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Urban Roulette (Nicky Reed)

About Me


LATE JANUARY 1982: I was concieved.
OCTOBER 1982: I was born. In the shit-arse town of Kings Lynn - where I now reside, again, after moving from place to place - I started to grow up to be the neurotic personality you read about and hear from in this profile. Started listening to rap/hip hop when I was seven. (My older brother started it all, my listening to rap and Michael Jackson - he was an avid fan of "gats and Wacko".) Wrote my first attempt at a rhyme when I was nine. (Guns, drugs, women. All the bullshit I knew nothing about. Pretty much like young girls singing about love and kids acting like they know everything…) At the age of 15/16, I met my "partner in rhyme", Chi-Lo. I was then known as DVD - Da Verbal Duellist. We became known as the Chilli Boyz and were to be the first signing to his brother's "Chilli Records"...
2000/01: The Chili Boyz never quite happened. After fucking with a stank bitch, pregnant by her ex – the ex and his friend jumping me and beating me up one night – I thought it time I moved on. I got friendly with a girl and decided to get engaged and live with her in Fakenham. A life without rhyme – or reason. …Engagement and arguments. Fucking and fighting…
AUGUST 2002: The relationship ended and my life and music changed! Mental illness had taken over (and is still a part of me). I became reclusive for 10 months, having moved to Kent. Hit the Internet, lost all confidence and hope in humanity and myself... Locked in my bedroom, playing CDs constantly, I began to write again - with a different "message". This gave me a spur to want to integrate with the world once more, to give sight to the blind masses - but my psyche was shattered.
2003: I left Kent. Got my own place (where I now live) and started making music, on the PS2. Continued writing. Met Chi-Lo again and we started writing together, as the Basix (Born Aborted Souls In X-ile). Then I was known as Auxiliary Priest (all fucking rappers have thousands of names). Fucked a couple more girls. Did some shit with Detox and Diagnostic, nothing major. But Chi-Lo left for uni in London, and I fell out of contact with D'n'D.
I just wrote shit about any- and everything in the Cave, secluding myself from the bullshit of the world (again). Then started producing and recording my own music and lyrics on the PC (with the help of Eight Pence Chains, Palmer the Angry Llama (Swan Vesta), Killa Hertz, DJ Klusta).
Urban Roulette – the new agnomen – is synonymous with constant change in a dangerous world. Suppressing mind suicide. Forced ontological evolution...
NOVEMBER 2007: Urban Roulette breathes still. Chi-Lo is back and the Chilli Boyz are reunited – soon to hit the wax (though the name is flux). I still produce shit that stirs the spirit. Slowly making a MixTape with Killa Hurtz – and discussing religion. I'm also trying to study philosophy, write stories and explore the psyche. But indecisiveness, a further loss of faith and meaning – and the illness of uncertainty – keeps me from getting anywhere…
But, in a new relationship that actually feeds my soul rather than devours it, I am trying to act out my plans: Getting a degree, finishing a bunch of short stories (and possibly getting them published in one volume), moving away from the dregs of this vomit-laden, cesspool known as Hillington Square. Along with starting a (new – and attempted) "career" in rap (again), whilst trying to stay sane.
FEBRUARY 2008: The skies are grey, my stomach has shrunk and my eyes hurt. Studying serial killers and criminal profiling, fairy tales, and empirical depression. I've joined a Writers' Group to open more doors. Still trying to write. Starting to put ideas in motion, pen to pad and fingers to keys... My girl has moved out and into her own place - we are, of course, still together. No word on my leaving the shit-hole of Hilly just yet, but my name is on the "council's" books. Been asked to be the executive producer of the crew. I've finally taken the initiative to apply for an OU course! Waiting to hear if I'm "allowed in".
Existential-Studious-Searching-Dying…
…PSYCHOLOGY… & …PHILOSOPHY…
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Member Since: 21/06/2005
Band Members: Me, the beat, a pen & a pad, life and imagination....

Influences: Peace to the Almighty me, Chi-Lo, Eight Pence Chains, Killa Hertz, the beautiful Eva Lazarus, Atma, Serum, Angry Lama, DJ Klusta, Sin, Diagnostic, Detox, "Reign", Wu (rest easy Dirty), Canibus, Busta Rhymes, Big Pun (rest easy), Nas, Killah Priest, Redman, Jeru (the Damaja), Common, Pharoah Monch. All the musical artists on my space. If I forgot you, it's as you ain't worth remembering, so fuck-et you. Bang the bitch... the track... the guns... the wak....

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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful) Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous) High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) Very High
Level 7 (Violent) Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) Very High
Fifth Level of Hell:The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.



Record Label: Guerilla Beats

My Blog

God save the Queen?

No, fuck that bitch. I gotta say, I love being English. We're always unhappy, pissed off, cynical and suicidal, we take the most drugs and all that, most underage pregnancies (though those fuckers are...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Mar 2006 11:02:00 GMT

Evil in a bottle

I'm a man who will drink straight gin or brandy and be happy. But two nights ago I drank around half a bottle of Pernod. What....the fuck?! You might aswell swallow napalm and polish the fucker off wi...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Mar 2006 10:06:00 GMT

Fear

Nihilist: I have been wondering about one thing. Why do some people choke under stress? Our typical physiological response to fear makes us more alert and actually increases the flow of blood, oxygen...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 11:41:00 GMT

Ban Chav/Townie/Hoodie Activity

For instance:Entering shops. Not because they're likely to steal or cause trouble, but just because the general atmosphere would seem more pleasant not hearing the scraping of knuckles along the floo...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Mar 2006 16:20:00 GMT

Priest Hassassin seeking attraction from a female for movement in the revolution

Priest Hassassin seeking attraction from a female for movement in the revolutionBoth a planner of actions and catching of spoils, and a distraction from the bad reactions that hatch from turmoil.A sov...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Mar 2006 14:28:00 GMT