What the fuck is goin on? I'm in Sheffield, England recordin vocals in my room when my man comes in and tells me this shit. Im speechless dude..that was my nigga. We just spoke about including me in a Jay Dee tribute concert he was setting up. I dont understand man..I really dont. My hands are shaking. He was the 1st Detroit Rapper I ever met...always kept in contact. Dude used to mail me his vinyl singles(that Dilla produced) and Maurice Malone clothes in the mail. This shit hurts like a muthafucka man...what happened to dying old??? Nobody wants to die over no rap shit. All I can think about is his family and what he meant to me...this aint right..doesnt look right...doesnt feel right. Ima miss you my dude ..love you nigga

Yeah I got dreams...and all of em are in my backpack.