Don C. "Tha Great White"

I didn’t start to take rapping seriously until 2004. I got this c.d. of other rapper’s beats and wrote raps to them. From late December 2003 till late August 2004 I had 13 songs written, and I came up with a production company (so to speak) “From the Projects Records”. Since I didn’t have Pro Tools or a computer program to make music on and a computer fast enough to support one, I came up with a way to record my raps (and it was ghetto as fuck). In my room, I had a piece of shit tape recorder, a piece of shit microphone, and my c.d. player. So what I did was put the microphone in front of my speakers (facing me), pressed play/record on the tape recorder, pressed play on my c.d. player, and rapped. And it wasn’t like I could edit shit out. I did everything in real time, so if I missed a word or if my voice was acting up I had to stop, rewind and do the song all over. And if I was on the last chorus and fucked up, it sucked. So about 4 songs into the recording, I developed another production, “Ghetto Azz Pro-ductions” because the way I was doing this was, like I said, GHETTO! And I separated the “pro” in productions because, to me, even though it’s ghetto, I’m still a fucking pro at what I do. I recorded about 1-3 songs day (depending on how on point I was), and maybe 3-5 days a week (depending if I was busy or how lazy I was), so the whole album took about 2-3 months to record, and that’s with all the outtakes, do-over’s, and track arranging. So I would have to say about late spring 2004 it was done. My first album on tape I entitled “Killifornia”, (its kill and California in one if you didn’t catch it). The whole concept of it was basically me going through some hard shit growing up. I developed the style of rap that I do, which is Hypnotic Poetry. I was a poet before I rapped, so no matter what I write, it’s in poetry form. I touched on shit like depression, drugs, suicide, and suicide attempts. This is the things that I knew and experienced at that time. And a lot of what I wrote had a lot to do my dad and my step mom. Growing up unhappy living at their house and resorting to drugs to balanced it out. Like how my step mom would treat me and my brother like shit because she hated my mom and because we weren’t “her” kids, and how music, a notebook and a pen were my only escape (with the exception of drugs) from all and everyone’s bullshit. During this time my rap name was T-Loc “The Great White”.
After it was done, I bought the Necro instrumental c.d. to “Gory Dayz” and listen to it non-stop and waited for ideas. On August 4, 2004, I started writing lyrics for my second album. I finished writing it on October 25, 2004. 2 months and 21 days of writing and writing and writing. I was on a fucking writing spree with this shit. Idea after idea came pouring in. As I was writing it I decided to drop “From the Projects Records” and just keep and stick with “Ghetto Azz Pro-ducts.” This album became so different, message, lyrically, and sound wise than “Killifornia.” It became a 17 track with 2 hidden tracks tape that touched on a lot different subjects. I entitled this album“Spawn of Satan”, a wicked ass title to say the least. Like “Killifornia” it had a lot of to do with my childhood, drugs, depression, and my present life. The difference with this album, I took those ideas and expanded them to the limit. Songs like “A Drug Related Song,” “I Thought I Told You,” and “A Tribute 2 U” are all directed, for the most part, to my dad and/or stepmom. Songs like “Hell Is A Place,” “What U Got 2 Say,” and “Crops” have a more political view about how much everyone is getting fucked by the system and how the country would have been better off if we didn’t have Bush and the Iraq War. But songs like “Spawn of Satan,” “Bloody Mess,” and “The Ghosts Haunt Me” have an all round dark, twisted, and poetic feel about them. I think I recorded this album in about 4-5 months with all the outtakes, do-over’s, skits, and track arranging. And I think it surpassed “Killifornia” lyrically.
After the recording “Spawn of Satan,” I had bought Non Phixion’s “The Future Is Now” album which came with an instrumental c.d. of the album; so naturally, this was the music for my next album. For my third album, I decided to change my name to Don C. There was really no real reason to; I just wanted to see some change. I started to write “The Evolution Has Begun” on December 16, 2004 and finished writing it on March 12, 2006. This took me a long time to write because unlike “Spawn of Satan” I didn’t want to hurry with it, one of my flaws it that I’m a perfectionist. I wanted everything to be the shit. From completely re-writing songs, changing shit around, and making sure every word hit every down beat. I didn’t want anything to seem half-ass. A lot of my friends at the time or people I knew were like “who/what/were/why the fuck is the great white?” So wrote a song called “The Great White” and this fucking song took, I swear to God about at least 5 months to complete. Like I said I wanted everything perfect I changed that bitch so much it was unreal. To some it all up in one sentence, The Great White is one of my grater alter-egos, the poet. And as time went on I was introduced to shit that changed me and my outlook on life, things happened that I had no control over, which lead me to write songs like “Taste of My Pain,” which was about how my ex-girlfriend was a bitch and chose drugs over me so I killed her. And songs like “70 Measures of Reality,” which touched on how one of my best friends stabbed me in the back because of his chick. “I Did It” is about everything going on in my life dealing with my dad and stepmom, and the conflict between them and my mom I just about had enough, so I killed myself. I wrote a devastating, dope ass, 14 track record that I never finished recording after the second song. It was never finished because I got caught up in the wonderful world of Crystal and because of that, I was too far gone in my head and became lazy to do anything else.
On May 18, 2006 my grandmother died, which fucking haunted me. I became a walking zombie. I developed the biggest writer’s block of my life. Not to mention the meth didn’t help. On August 23, 2006, I check myself into rehab and got out 2 months later. I completely lost control of my life. Now wiser, clear headed, and having no more fucking parasites sucking on me, I’m focused on my music, I’m getting my writing ability back, making my own beats, and looking forward waiting for Tha New Beginning.
Don C. “Tha Great White” – Ghetto Azz Pro-ducts
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