Now let's hear about it from the man himself. Fairport, Eastside of Detroit, home of the notorious best friends, hit-men for hire crew. So your high-school years, you were pretty much all over the place.
Early eighties is when the freestyle battles started.
So back in the day when you used to think you were Run, you hooked up with Esham. He used to beat-box for me, no questions asked. At this time I had no idea Esham was writing raps on the sweet tip, undercover, nobody knew though. Um, right before we fell out, Esham told me straight-up, he didn't believe in God and a lot of crazy stuff. Right before we stopped hangin' is when he gave me a speech about why he didn't believe in God, and we was young, and that's some deep shit, hearin' your best friend, that he don't believe in God, it was fucked up.