Member Since: December 10, 2008
Country: United States
My childhood was steeped in realness. Growing up in a quaint bedroom suburb of North Cakalak, I had to hustle everyday and stay on the grind. Most of my friends from the block (actually more of a cul-de-sac) are either dead or locked up…or moderately affluent professionals with respectable degrees and modest investment portfolios. But, eventually, the years of honing my rap skillz into white hot darts of fury paid off, and I made it up out of there. Some would tell you my exodus had more to do with my parents sending a check for tuition to Colorado College than with my legendary wordplay, but those people are just hating. I began working in the Sparkfun Production department in the fall of oh-six, after turning down a number of offers from major labels trying to put me on. Some of the offers were tempting, particularly the one that tried to ply me with a diamond-encrusted rocket car, but all ultimately fell apart over creative differences (I refuse to use beat machines, insisting that all my beats be created live by actual gunfire). After two studios were destroyed and one sound engineer critically injured, the label gave me an ultimatum. So I told them, “If you don’t want the realnis, then you don’t want Sik Dof,” and I came to work at Sparkfun…where everything we create is made with 100% live gunfire.
Sparkfun Electronics, COM 0, Full Clip Clique, Somali Pirate Fan Club
English, French, Street
not at all proficient in C++, Arduino, BASIC, Python, or PHP
16th Street Raiders, KBD, 272’s, Westies, and Summit Co Ballers
Colorado College, UNC-Chapel Hill
lyricism, keeping it real-ism, getting money-ism
kicking it, getting lifted, hanging out by the middle school to slay weak emcees with my sick flows.
No public wish lists :(