Legend One

"If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second of your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told you should want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned....... Tyler - Fight Club."
Peruvian Pedigree, Born in New York, raised in Los Angeles - Silverlake District. I was raised in a humble family, which is why you will never catch me in a decked out escalade on dubs. I'm not your "bling-bling" rapper who parties with "bitches" and hangs out at the clubs. I am and will always be true to myself, my values and my fans. Yes, I love nice things but I'd rather have a 69 Camaro than a 09 Lex...
I remember the first time I rapped was back in the 5th grade, at recess on the benches with my lil thug homies at Lockwood Avenue Elementary. I was the geek of the bunch but for some reason the "bad" kids thought I was cool. I started to rap for them once in a while, sometimes my own words and sometimes other people's words. From there, I don't remember rapping again until high school, John Marshall. My boys and I would go cruising on Whittier Boulevard and talk to the ladies. I would rap a verse or two just for kicks. I remember some girls telling me that I sounded like NBK (Nasty Boy Klick, which is now NB Riders) from Arizona. I hadn't heard of them so I just brushed it off, all that mattered was that they said NBK was good at rapping, which meant I was too.
After a few years, stress hit. Being a father proved tough, making money proved even tougher. I was unstable, moving from living room to living room and car-less. Somehow all the stress created a mental block on my mind and as hard as I tried to rap, I couldn't put the verses together. I saved lines in the back of my mind but it felt like I would never put anything together. Everyone around me started rapping. Everyone I met or had known was rapping, so I figured birds of a feather would flock together, but still, nobody was listening when I said I wanted to rap... ENTER FANTANA Met him through my sister's boyfriend. My first thought was, "Here goes another kid talking himself up to be the next great thing and when I hear his shit it's gonna be mediocre." DAMN! Did he light a fire under my ass! He is driven, we click and he's the "next big thing" in music production. Don't say I didn't tell you.
Now... I'm not rapping to become famous nor rich. I was at first then realized that I was getting nowhere. I rap because it's a passion to me... because the music grabs me and won't let me go until I give in, kinda' like a psycho ex-girlfriend! (Just kidding to my ex's) Don't get me wrong. Sometimes a person tells me, "Let's do this track" and I'll do it, but you hear the difference in the songs that grab me and the songs that are not interested in me. (Is it my figure?) I do it, because my son admires me for it. He picks up a mic, now in the 5th grade, and spits his bars...