Illicit Minds

 

Ok, my life in a nutshell.. I was born on July 22nd 1987. (dont bother caring. I forget every year..) According to my pops (Gary), I had night terrors as a child and woke up every night screaming, for the first five years of my life (shitty for my parents haha).
I had my first experience getting kicked out of school in grade two (total badass)…  I refused to speak french. So, after changing schools, I stayed at the same school until grade 7. When I decided I would like to learn french (mistake #1) ..  At the end of grade 7 I got kicked out of french school, again. In grade 8, I started at Prince Charles Public School, where I met Travis (mistake #2 ahahahah). Ok lets skip the school shit.. its fuckin boring. Long story short, in highschool I fucked everything that I could and partied my ass off. Throw in being kicked outta school 3 or 4 times, and there you have it.
Reeewind! At the age of 14 I discovered pot, which eventually led to my freestyling and hip hop career… It all started out getting baked and listenin to my buddy Reg freestyle. I became addicted to freestyling… I dont mean a little bit.. I mean A-FUCKIN-DDICTED. I never stopped writing and rhymin.. never!
At the age of 15 I discovered booze (mistake #3 hahahah) I still remember my first beer. Max Ice (nasty!) …After the discovery of booze and pot, I spent all my spare time getting stoned, partying, freestyling, and making amature Jackass movies with Travis. True story, Travis and I once egged the same house for about three years straight, every friday night.
We made our first recording when we were 17. “RELEASE THE BEAST TO INCREASE THE DECEASED!!” BAAAAHAHAHAH!!
When I turned 18 I started doing shows, without Trav on stage for some reason.. (laaaame). I remember my first show, I was so nervous that I fucked up my whole set! That same year, we droped our first EP.. I think we sold a couple copies hahah (suckers)… You guessed it, The EP sucked!
When I turned 19, I discovered drugs, real drugs, hard drugs…. (mistake #4). My life was put on hold, I stopped writing and everything. I blame that on the Devil (not the little red guy your picturing.. the Devils name is Jen)
Jen (mistake #5,6,7,8… and probably 9). Although she has given me the inspiration to write many, many songs… fuck her… she killed my fuckin dog man! Who the fuck kills someones dog! Fuck!
Eventually, I beat the drugs, fuck drugs. No one who gives a fuck about you will give them to you (with the exception of weed… its just weed hahah). Soon after beating the drugs, I was back in the lab… writing, rhyming, addicted to music. It took me less than a year to create “The Detox Project”. Soon after that, we were doing shows, and selling albums, making some money (not alot, but enough).
After “TDP” .. We decided to upgrade our quality.. the creation of “The Prelude” was when we found our sound. The IM sound. The sound you hear (and love ahaha). After releasing “The Prelude” we were doing shows constantly. I went as far as banging a promoter in our hometown, just to get all the shows we wanted…. For the record, she was a pig (total team player).
We once got thrown off stage at one of our own shows, due to our rude content, and over the top antics on stage. We cross the line, straight up, everytime we hit the stage. Love it, or don’t bother comming out to see us.
Recently I’ve been having trouble writing, but I’m making progress, with “Terminally Ill”. I have a woman, a baby boy… a job ahaha… Im fuckin buuuuusy!
One thing I can guarantee is that “TI” will blow your fuckin mind. Crazy, Grimey, IM flaaaaaaava!
OH, Im making beats now too. Im good at it.
Today, I went to work.. Then I wrote this bio.. Now im gonna go to sleep. (exciting right?)

In closing, I wanna thank…..
Our fans for their constant support, and for putting up with Travis’s disgusting FB status updates.
My friends, and family for their support through all of my ups and downs.
My wife, Lindsey, for putting up with Travis hahah, and her continued love and support, as well as always giving me an honest opinion of new music.
My son, Sloan, for keeping a smile on my face, and keeping me motivated.
My dad, Gary, for never giving up on my stupid ass. Never missing a show. And for being my favourite-ass mothafucka!
My brother Lobster, for all of the help. (you know)
My sisters, Danielle and Emily, I love both of you more than you`ll ever know.
And ofcourse, Travis, for always pushing me, encouraging me to become a better artist, and putting up with my shit. Much appreciated.

Terminally Ill Mo-fuks! Get that shit!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Travis. Fucking. Envy.

I’ll finish this later… unless someone wants to write it for me