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</strong><strong>Dear hip hop fan,</strong>

             I considered writing a bio, or having someone write it, but the more bios I read the more pathetic they sound. “So and so is more successful than you and you should be jealous and this is why.” Like we haven’t heard that shit before. No one big or famous gave a shit about me or my family when my life was hard so why would I give a damn about any of them? I want to speak to people, not at people. The internet going mainstream world-wide brought the term “3rd world” to its knees bringing equality to information to such an extent that lack of knowledge is almost ignorant, not innocent.  So let’s get something straight, I am no better than anyone else but I have a message and I feel it benefits any lover of music. 

<strong>I’m just a regular everyday normal muthafucka.</strong>

            I’m very patriotic. I believe the guy with the best skills should get the job. I like rap, rock, techno and all kinds of other good shit. I work hard. I love beer. Grey Goose and Patron are also good friends. I play video games. I heart dolphins, parrots, penguins and lions. Love the people close to me and protect them with my life. I love fast cars and hot women. Night clubs are fun when they involve dancing and no drama. I watch Ray William Johnson religiously. I make all my songs in my bedroom, alone. I was mad when USA lost to Ghana. Sounds like normal shit lots of other people are into right? Why don’t I hear about it in music?


<strong>Rap music lost its way.</strong>

 	I don’t know about you, but seeing rented Bentleys, half naked fat girls, borrowed diamond chains doesn’t make me feel better when I wake up in the morning with a head full of responsibilities, problems and bills. As city after city phase out bad neighborhoods I find it exceedingly difficult to find individuals that can relate to gangster rap. According to Lil Wayne, Drake, Ludacris and a few other unoriginal artists, every rapper is fucking your girlfriend. Well I hope you rappers get squirrel AIDS from fucking everyone. Two words come to mind when I hear a song with no truth, humor, message or substance, FAKE AND GAY. Maybe I am 1 man against the world, maybe it’s a lost cause, either way I’m not faking or changing for nobody.

<strong>Hip hop is not just a passion; it is a way of life.</strong>

            There is no dollar amount on earth you can pay me to stop writing music. If I don’t bleed these beats, if I can’t put my scars on paper, I’m dead. I don’t sit here thinking of hit songs or write what I think someone wants to hear. The rappers that started the chain wearing gun toting big booty fads really lived their lives like that on a day to day basis. What a rapper raps about should always reflect their real life. I write what is on my mind and it’s as simple as that. I chose to use my middle name Kayvan as my stage name because I need people to know that what they hear is me, not an act. King Kayvan is the embodiment of that fraternal brotherhood that Lyor Cohen pioneered many years ago. 

<strong>Artist development is key, but where?</strong>

            Artist Development is a thing of the past. The radio is the same artists, over and over and over. I think it should be federally mandated that a music artist of any kind should legally be unable to share their music until they have been developing their skills for a minimum of at least 5 years. This would probably eliminate 99% of the bullshit garbage I hear or people send me on a daily basis. This would also increase the chances that a major label would hear good music with no garbage to sift through. Hearing bad music is worst than hearing someone scratch a chalkboard. Passion and drive are secondary to real world songwriting and music performance experience. I respect artists who respect good music from any genre, loyalty and the life-long passion that is called music. If you say you deserve something you never earned, if you sit around with a pen trying to write a hit record, you’re a fucking fool and you’re wasting your time. 

<strong>The struggle is what made hip hop “the business” </strong>

I call it “the struggle” some call it the underdog or David and the Goliath. The struggle presented in real rap music is what appeals to me, the little guy becoming great. People ask me all the time, “you’re brother is a big shot transplant surgeon, what happened to you?” I can answer that in one word, circumstances. Life happened. To say the least, I didn’t have the same experiences or opportunity. I would be in situations thinking “I know this is wrong, but if I don’t do this, I don’t eat.” It surprises me that in such shitty economical times, the struggle isn’t the main topic of discussion in rap music. Your mom would agree with me. The End.

<strong>***King Kayvan***</strong>



Kayvan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Kayvan (Persian: کیوان ) is a Persian given name, which means Saturn in ancient Persian. The root of the word means: "like king", which refers to the way Saturn looks like in comparison to the other planets.

It is also a variant of Kavan (Irish, Gaelic), and its meaning there is "handsome".

This name has a few variations in meaning, but usually is associated with the world, or universe. A Persian King was named Kayvan, which most likely why it lends its meaning to being "like King".


