Illbred Entertainment

Founded in 1997 (also by Andre Lang) in Marshall Co. Correctional Facility- Holly Springs, Ms. He was one of a thousand inmates housed in the new high profile private setting, owned by Wackenhut Corrections Corporation. There he met many artists from other cities throughout Tha Sip who had dreams of Makin It Big once they got back to the bricks and they were good enough to do so. Just what he needed, competition. People who loved it just as much as he did, and certainly there was rivalry. With each Man flexing his nuts and wanting that No1 spot, there were no friends. At least not in the beginning. And there was no weeping for the weak, you just had to come hard. Like iron sharpens iron they sharpened each other. And he was one of the sharpest. Going into his mind was his escape from prison life. Everyday masterplanning. If only just to beat the game and not allow the predictions that “he would never be shit” to come true. He wrote and read as if there was no tomorrow. Transforming Street Knowledge into something more powerful; keeping the essence but redirecting his focus on the more important things in life. Three years into the system and he was a entirely different being. Thinking of the foolish mistakes he made to land him into the hands of the enemy, he began to understand what it was to be a Man. Diagnosing the psychosis that chosen Black Men suffer from in the ghetto as ‘Illbred’. Badly brought up. Fatherless. Heartbroken.

Breaking it down in every rhyme how the whole scheme is just an experiment to prove how by strain of the law and fear of death- a man becomes either two things- a mouse (who does and believes everything he is told) or an outlaw (one who takes his destiny into his own hands). It’s a filtering process. Monitoring the progress of those whom they press. And what they find in the environment among those who have no way out is, both. He wrote. But prisons are built for the fearless. Those who war for their independence. Those who take risk. Who they frisk. Those, in the world but not of it and loving it. Hated by it. According to it, we were always wrong.. but were we ever Wrong?

Noticing the problem, analyzing and rectifying it became the theme. Hip Hop outside the walls was changing, becoming more material based. There was nothing real to identify with on the broadcasts. Seemed as if Gangsta Rap died with Pac and BIG. Now who would be Makaveli’s Prince and not use the name of Hip Hop in vain?