Razer on Hip Hop, Prophet and P.U.N.K.

Razer here, one half of the new hip hop duo P.U.N.K.  We have left you out in the cold for a little too long as of late, so I am here to let you in on what’s happening with P.U.N.K. and what you can expect in the near future from rap’s new dynamic duo.

Things are alive and moving so don’t think we disappeared on you.

Right now we meet one or two days a week to record the debut album.  We are about 4 tracks deep with another 15 written and ready to record.  We plan on wrapping up all recording by August 1st, right before Proph The Rebel heads off to New York to perform a one month run of his highly successful play, The Aperture.  During that month the album will be getting mixed and mastered.  Any touch ups that need done will be completed in early September when he returns.

Prophet is also about 2-3 tracks deep on a solo, pure Old School Hip Hop LP and I, Razer aka The RZR, have 3 solo HIGHLY experimental tracks, a remix and a solo acoustic rock album in the mix.  Expect solo Razer projects to venture into different genres of music while Proph tries to resurrect hip hop’s early years.  By years end, P.U.N.K. fans are looking at nearly 2-3 albums worth of music dropping your way.

The website should be up mid-July, and we will launch it by releasing pics of all the artists who have helped us in our journey. We’ve kept them under wraps for the past few months.  Shortly thereafter, you can expect the official launch of our P.U.N.K. High Def video channels appropriately named punkHDTV.  We have been filming for the past few weeks behind the scenes.  We have also just sent out the plans for the stage set we have being built for our live shows, which will begin in late September.

By October or November we are aiming on finally making the decision as to which major label we will sell our souls to….errr…..I mean who we’ll sign with.

By December, I plan on finally hooking up with Shakira and then immediately begin working on the next P.U.N.K. album.

As you can see we are hella busy so we just want to apologize to our friends if we seem like we fell off the map.  That goes for our online friends like Bleakey, Jeanise, Sarcastica and our real life friends.  We won’t leave you hanging much longer.  Expect me to post some pics from our first photoshoot and demo tracks online.  In the meantime, go check out and fan our P.U.N.K. Facebook page and friend P.U.N.K. on myspace.  All our currently in a building stage but will soon be home to all the latest, greatest news and stupidity from hip hop’s one and only P.U.N.K.


Razer Out

P.S. – Taylor Swift, call me!


Proph’s Midwest Hip Hop Super Group

As you know, I have have been working my ass off to form a Midwest hip hop super group.  Originally this group was going to be Dwayne, Chemist, Mooch and myself, Prophet The Rebel.  Then I had this brilliant idea when I met a hip hop emcee from Detroit by the name of Razer The RZR that I would add him to my super group…An idea I hope will still come true.  Well, let’s take a second to look back on how this whole process has gone so far and what lessons I have learned.  (If you are reading this and are an aspiring artist, I recommend you read the whole post, you can learn from our mistakes, trust me!)

My first idea, Alumni Elites,  flopped on its ass.  Too many ideas, too many opinions and none of them in the same direction.  One person wanted pop rap, another conscious rap, another gangsta rap and no one would listen to each other.  This VERY short lived group fell apart and dissolved into a solo hip hop album for me, Prophet The Rebel, half produced by Chemist & half by Dwayne.  This new hip hop super group idea (of Chemist, Dwayne and me) was just gonna release a short EP.  Together, we figured that the super group would be a launching platform for me and other artists, and Mooch was even down to help manage the whole process.  Then Razer The RZR stepped in to help, and he started giving us pointers on how to make things legit.  Ironically, that’s when things fell apart. And to be honest…I am glad!

See…When we started going full force with the business aspects of becoming hip hop artists (lawyers, contracts, radio shows, promotions, etc.), Dwayne started getting scared shitless.  That’s when we found out how full of shit he really was…Turns out all of “his” beats weren’t really his at all. He actually stole them from someone else, and all the work I had done to write on those tracks went straight into the can.

Razer kept me focused and on we went…Traveling to different cities, meeting with hip hop’s finest, all of whom started to push Razer and I to become an official group instead of just featuring him on a track or two.  One guy went so far as to say he expects to hear this duo of Prophet and Razer by the end of the year or else!  (I’ll give you a hint, he is part of a hip hop super group that rhymes with Who-Bang!)

All this is especially important because I have realized something lately, the industry is hard.  Gotta be honest here when I say that balancing life, acting and music is  difficult, and that’s why I want to form a hip hop super group.  See when you have a job, when you go to school, when you act and have lines to memorize, when you have to walk everywhere because you have no ride,  when you’ve got a new girl, and when you have family issues to attend to at night; time in a day is not on your side.  So a hip hop super group became my focus for two reasons:

1.) We could learn from each other as a hip hop collective and push each other to greater heights

2.) I realized that  I do not have enough hours in a day to do all the above and sit down to write a full album on my own….Well at least not one that is at my level of perfection. (I’m a premadonna, and rewrite until every word is perfect, which may make for the best hip hop the Midwest has ever heard, but also takes a long ass time.)

    Now with Dwayne out of the picture and a loose hip hop partnership compiled of Chemist, Mooch, Razer and myself, I was able to come to a large realization about being in a group and working with others.  This big lesson I learned, and a lesson anyone trying to make it in the music industry should know going into the game, is that saying you want to make music and doing it are two entirely different things.  Chemist, although I love the guy, just isn’t producing.  He is stuck in his world of playing video games and computers so much that his beats seem to always be in the “in the works” stage. And he may love freestyling with the crew, but when we mention stage performance, the man turns white as a ghost, which is a pretty amazing feat, considering he is black.  So in all honesty, the Prophet’s hip hop super group may be losing another artist if Chemist keep refusing to step up.  I’m not hating…I’m just being real.

    This leaves Mooch, Razer and me.  But to be honest, Mooch, like Razer, was just going to jump in here and there, not really be a full member.  He has acting gigs and a radio show of his own and honestly, his expertise is really best as a manager and business man.  Let’s be real, you got to play to your strengths, and that is his.  Mooch’s role is to be the group member behind the scenes.

    But this leaves me back at square one…Alone behind the mic.  So like I alluded to earlier, the main advice I encourage all of you reading this to take is that, whether it is music or some other dream, it’s easy for people to say they want something. And it seems like it’s even easier to duck out when the real work starts.  I don’t think any of these guys are trying to hurt me…I’m just saying, I don’t  think they have that drive, that calling to succeed like I do.  Well, I’m also convinced that I can’t let their inability to step up stop me from pursuing my hip hop dreams. I’m gonna keep pushing forward…And I’m never gonna give up.

    So when all is said and done, it looks like Mooch and Razer are the only ones standing at the end of the day, and I am grateful for that, even if they’re not behind the mic where I am.  And mark my words, this is the beginning of something great.

    So where do I go now?  Simple, it’s time to get Razer the RZR back behind the mic with me.  Everyone is right.  When we are just screwing around in the studio, the track is ten times better then the competition.  It’s unique, different and a cut above the rest, and that’s just being real.  I’ll keep Mooch behind the scenes, but the real hip hop super group has got to be a duo–Prophet and Razer. It’s time to enact plan B.  It’s time to show Razer that people flooded the email box requesting his return, and it’s time to drag his ass on a stage.

    Cleveland Hip Hop prepare.  B-Sides, next week on Tuesday May 12th.  Be there!

    Cleveland Hip Hop Love Story: The Sequel

    Proph here interrupting my regular Cleveland Hip Hop updates to drop a post about my personal life…

    I passingly mentioned this earlier but I have met someone.  In school, I have been friends with this beautiful Asian girl, Lucy, for awhile.  We’ve been passing each other in the hallways since freshman year, shot a “hi” back and forth every once in awhile, and for the past year, we’ve talked non-stop on Facebook.  Well, our relationship spilled out from the internet and into real life recently. We began to talk and hang out in the real world.  We found out quickly that we get along in real life just as well as we had on Facebook…For one thing, we really make each other laugh.  And unlike Sara, she is actually supportive of my hip hop dreams.  Lucy’s been behind me 100% in my acting and hip hop careers which is a breath of fresh air these days.

    Well, one night we were chilling at my crib (the fact that she sees where I live and still likes me is special in and of itself), and then in one of those stereo-typical awkward romance movie moments, our friendship became something more.  You know what I’m talking about, right? That silent moment where you stop talking and look in each other’s eyes and get that funny feeling in your pants, errr…stomach.  Before I knew it, we were kissing.  In my head thoughts were racing, but they weren’t really the kind of thoughts you’re average college guy should have…No, Prophet The Rebel has to start thinking:

    What the hell is going on?

    Are we ruining our friendship?

    Could someone actually like me, actually not be using me?

    Do I deserve someone this great?

    This is going to blow up in my face!

    And so on and son on.  I interrupted the moment and had to ask: “Lucy, are you sure you want to do this?  Are you sure this is the right thing for us?”

    “I have never been more sure about something in my life,” she responded.

    The next few days were a little odd, for me at least.  We had those funny, puppy love type conversations: So what are we? Can I see you tonight?  You know…All that crappy love story type stuff.  And I, for the first time in a while began to feel a little joy in my personal life.  But the point of this post isn’t so much to tell you guys I finally have someone. It isn’t to gross you out with my love life; it’s really about me and my messed up view of life.

    See as much as I should be happy that I found someone new, I’m not.  I have been surrounded by what can best be described as poisonous relationships for what seems like more then a lifetime.  Beyond my own messed up love life, my sister, my friends, they all have relationships that involve fighting, cheating or abuse, physical or mental.  I haven’t had a good relationship since I met the love of my life, Anesia, and look how that ended.

    Now I’ll be honest, Razer has quickly become one of my closest friends. Watching him and his wife, Nikki, together has been a breath of fresh air.  To those who know them, you know exactly what I am talking about.  They click as friends, as a couple, as a team.  Sure they have their ups and downs, but they have really given me a new found hope on love and marriage.  If you don’t believe me, check out her Clueless Newlywed Blog, and you’ll see a glimpse of what I’m talking about.

    The point of all this is that being around them makes me want more out of my relationships.  I don’t want to be messing around anymore; I want something solid and lasting.  I want someone I can grow with, someone who makes me a better person.  I want all these games to end and have a fulfilling relationship.  The problem is that as much as Lucy says that what we have is true, and as much fun as I have being around her, I can’t help but hear this voice in the back of my head that says “Proph, don’t get too comfortable.  She will screw you like everyone else.  This will come crashing down like everything else in your life.”

    I know this is wrong.  I know I shouldn’t tell myself that, but I can’t help but think the worst.  I do this about everything, and I can’t seem to break the cycle. Maybe that’s because for me, life has never broke its cycle. When you’ve been shit on as long as I have, it’s tough to believe in yourself.  So as much as I like to believe in “us,” and that my life in general will be get better, a large part of me can’t shake this feeling that failure and pain is right around the corner.

    Any advice will be more than welcome at this point.

    Cleveland Hip Hop’s Sky Might Fall

    The sky might fall; It may have fallen; It is falling! However way you want to put it, Tuesday night’s rendez-vous at B-Sides sucked!

    It’s been a long time since my battling days, and I admit, it’s been a long time since I battled people in hip hop on a daily basis. It’s been an even longer time since Kid Cudi and I faced off.  Why am I reminiscing on my rap battling days, and where am I going with this?  Well, let me bring you up to speed on how B-sides went…

    The night started off on a bad foot.  A few hours before I headed over to B-sides I decided to read some of my reviews for The Aperture.  It all started well enough “Isaiah Isaac presents a far more pleasant human being, but” (there had to be a “but”) doesn’t quite have the discipline or acting chops to stay in character…” . I know that criticism is part of the learning and growing process, but this one really hit me hard.  I couldn’t help but start thinking: Where does this guy get the right to tell me I don’t have the chops?  If I was that horrible…Then how did I get the part? How was I able to breeze by to the top of the class in the theater department? How come no one else seems to think so low of me? I’ve been getting raving reviews about how far I have grown as a performing artist…Until now.

    Of course last Tuesday, somewhere deep in the back of my mind I let this critic get to me. I started thinking, “Maybe he is right.”  Not that I don’t have the chops…But maybe I did not dedicate myself enough to the role.  I’ll admit, I have trouble buckling down, staying focused and doing what has to get done.  When I should study, I don’t. When I should be practicing, I often chill with my friends instead. When I am supposed to write…I’d rather play video games.

    Maybe the review stings so much because I know I could have done better. Although I think he was too harsh, maybe some part of it was true.  (Side note: This is not the mind frame one should be in before their debut, but that’s exactly where I was when I picked up the bus to B-Sides.)

    I headed in and asked about the night’s events.  They gave me the 411,  but told me I had to leave until the open mic night began, which fortunately for me was another hour and a half wait.  I figured that I could use the extra time to clear my head.

    I headed back outside where a bunch of people had got together to cypher (a circle in which people take turns freestyling).  One group caught my ear because of how hot one of the MC’s was spitting his game.  I jumped on in the circle and waited until I got my chance to jump in.  When the timing was perfect, I stepped in and began flowing, but I got a little overzealous.  (I say this because this friendly cypher was about to transform.)

    As I did my thing, the crowd got hyped, and the air filled with the sound of “ohhhs.”  This did not sit well with the cypher’s original star, Freddie.  He cut me off and switched it from freestyling to direct attacks at me. The battle had begun.  He came at me, and I cut him off and spit right back in his face. The crowd grew silent, he took a step closer into my personal space. I took a step closer into his. We were eye to eye, nose to nose. His rhymes got more and more vicious until finally….finally… I just stopped.  I was beaten, hands fuckin down beat.  This 18 year old kid had me.  For the first time, the crowd erupted with an earsplitting “OHHHHHHHHHHH,” and this time it was not for me.

    Defeated and at an all time low I headed into B-sides.

    Door Guy : “Five Dollars!”

    Proph : “Huh?” I responded.

    Door Guy : “Five Dollars to get in,” he said.

    Proph : “But I was already in the bar, you guys told me to step out a sec so you could get all set up.”

    Door Guy : “Yup, and now it’s five dollars to get in.”

    Proph : “But all I got is bus fare!”

    Door Guy : “Then sorry bro you’re not getting in.”

    With that I headed back up the stairs and waited for the bus and wouldn’t you know it, at a bone chilling 40 something degrees, the rain came pouring down.

    I made it home soaked, defeated and thoroughly depressed.

    It was not a good night…

    Prophet The Rebel out!

    Detroit Hip Hop Meets Cleveland Hip Hop, Razer – Part 1

    Man, do I have a killer midwest hip hop story for you!  Acting in this play has been eating up most of my time, so I’m gonna have to break this story into parts.

    The day after my last post,  Razer was working again.  I walked right into the store and called out, “What’s up Razer”? Right when he turned around, my boy snapped a pic.  I think that this time he knew the gig was up, and I think he was possibly a bit embarrassed as the other guys at work were like “uhhhh wtf?!”

    I started into to him with the questions immediately. “What the hell!?”  I said.  “What happened to you?  Where have you been, and why didn’t you say anything when I told you what I was doing?  Come on, Detroit Hip Hop at it’s finest is here in Cleveland, and you’re not going to say a word when I tell you about my hip hop dreams?

    “I’m retired from hip hop,” He said. “Rapping is in my past.”

    “Your past my ass! Why were you with Matisyahu at HOB?  Hmmmm?” I challenged him. “Plus it’s in you, you can’t just walk away from your calling. Hip hop is who you are, and you just can’t change who you are, especially when you just started picking up steam.”

    He avoided my prying with “I wasn’t hanging out with Matisyahu, I was just there that night.” (Right, that’s why you came from back stage); and “I’m really not interested in picking up the mic again.”

    Why not?”  I asked.

    He then turns to the boss and asks to take a break so we can walk around and discuss this whole thing.  He lit up a cigar as we walked out. “I don’t usually smoke but a few times a year a really nice cigar crosses my path and, well, I indulge.  You don’t mind do you?”

    “Of course not. You don’t mind if my boy nabs a few pics do you…for my blog, do you?”     “Uhhh, I guess not as long as I see what you’re doing with them first.”

    And that was that, we ended up talking for about 15 minutes, most of it him saying that he really isn’t into that whole scene these days and trying to avoid my questions.  But I was persistent and refused to take no for an answer.  I’m going to find out the truth behind this Detroit Hip Hop emcee one way or another.  Then I’m going to do anything in my power to un-retire (Is that a word?) this supposedly retired underground rapper.  Cleveland and Detroit hip hop will unite damnit!

    I got him to the point where he sighed and said, “Look, meet me after I get off work, and we can talk some more.”

    And that my friends is where this hip hop story gets interesting.

    So, you wanna do me a big favor? I’m leaking Razer’s Twitter account he gave me the other day. It’s @Razer_theRZR. Go bug the hell out of him to start rapping again…Just don’t tell him I sent you.

    Unfortunately for now I really got to run. I’m exhausted from this weekend’s round of performances. (Side note: Isn’t it weird how once you’re name starts appearing in the papers as an up-and-coming actor, all the people you never got along with in the past decides to suddenly pick up the phone and want to talk to you? My uncle literally called looking for me…Apparently, he saw one of my acting reviews in the paper, and he wants to be my manager now. I guess this fakeness just goes with the territory, huh? Everyone wants a piece of the pie when someone’s onto something big.)

    So without further adieu, here’s a shot Razer and me to prove that I am not a total moron, and he really does look different that how I remembered him.  If you still don’t believe me, then compare it to Razer’s MySpace pic. After you see that one, you really can’t blame me for not putting two and two together.

    Prophet and Razer

    Prophet and Razer

    Oh yeah, and remember how I said I was working on getting some of my free styling stuff up on my MySpace page? Well, it’s finally up! I put a couple of my free styling sessions from when I was on the Rusty Munchyz Show awhile back.

    Check them out here: http://www.myspace.com/prophettherebelofficial. Let me know what you think about them too! I need some comment love on the blog!

    Pause Cleveland Hip Hop, Play The Aperture

    Proph here with an acting update.  So while I figure out this whole Cleveland hip hop mess, the show must go on, and in my case that means my new play: The Aperture.

    I just finished my last performance of opening weekend a few hours ago, and I feel like I’m on the top of the world right now! I just keep playing everything over and over again in my mind…

    I went through my pre-show regimen Friday night with ease. I was calm when I arrived three hours before the show to do some last minute rehearsing. I was still pretty relaxed as I took a small dinner break, and then came the most crucial part of my pre-show schedule…My panic attack. I guess it’s not really a panic attack, it’s more like psyching myself up before the show. I force myself to have a pre-show “panic attack” about a half an hour before I go on the stage to clear my mind and get out all of the jitters. I also use this pre-show panic attack to pray…no beg…the man upstairs to help me put on a good show. I wrap that up with some kind of warm-up to get my blood pumping, like 15 push-ups and/or jumping jacks. Once I get all the worry out, I slow things down a bit and do some meditation. I step on the stage, and my mind goes blank…At this point, it’s all about the performance. No turning back now.

    The best thing about this weekend’s performance is that half of Cleveland State’s Theater Department came out to see me on opening night. These are the people I look up to, who I try to emulate, and they were there to see me. It’s cool too cos these people are my worst critics. They always tell it to me straight up, and this weekend, they told me I did really well. It was such an awesome and humbling experience at the same time.

    We will be doing this play until March 28th, so in the interim, I’m devoting all of my energy to the show. When it’s done, I’ll switch gears and focus solely on Prophet The Rebel’s hip hop game. I’m excited to put my hip hop hat on again…So much so that I plan on heading down to this bar, B-Sides in Coventry for its open mic night. I’ll step off the acting stage and step up to the hip hop stage.

    Anyone else out there privy to the open mic scene in Cleveland, Ohio? Hit me up cos I’d love to meet you while I’m out doing my thing.

    Cleveland Hip Hop Hell

    Remind me not to be so confident in the future.  I hit rock bottom.  For today at least I hate Cleveland.  Why you ask?

    I came home to find a note that said:

    Get up to my place quick! -Chemist.

    I ran upstairs, excited because I’m thinking Chemist finally finished that track, and we can finally post my very first track on my MySpace page.  I get to his door, out of breath, but very excited,and knock…

    “Yo Chemist, let me in! It’s your boy, Prophet.”

    The door slowly creeps open, and a very down and depressed looking Chemist appears.  I could tell immediately that no good would come of this.

    He looked at me and said, “Proph, I got some real bad news…Someone broke in.  The mic, the main PC and a few other things are all gone.”

    “What!?”  I was speechless, and just crumpled to the fall to the floor.

    Chemist continued to talk.  But at that point, I wasn’t really listening. I caught a word here or there, but I was so dazed that it’s tough to remember everything that he said.

    “Hey, at least we have the backup PC.  We can start over on that once we get a new mic and sound card.”

    Seriously, does everyone trying to make it as a rapper in Cleveland have it this hard?  Chip the Rippa, Kid Cudi, Super Duper, Bone Thugs…Did you have to deal with this kind of hip hop hell?  Is it like this for Chicago and Detroit’s hip hop scenes too?  Black Milk, Slum Villiage or Royce da 5’9″…How hard was it for you to get started?  I’ve heard of setbacks but WTF?!

    I do have one thing left to give up to invest in this project, and I’m typing on it now.  Yeah, I’m gonna sell my PC to get some quick cash and purchase a new mic and soundcard. I’ll keep updating the blog via friends’ computers and school computers though, so don’t feel like I’m ignoring you if my tweets, blog comments, etc drop a bit.

    Hip hop will be the death of me.  I’m moving to Wisconsin!

    Naw in all seriousness, I have to remember what I said, and don’t give up.   If being the best in  the Midwest Hip Hop game is truly my dream, I can’t let this loss hold me down.   P.S.- This Friday, March 13th is the opening night of The Aperture, starring Heather Anderson Boll & ME, Isaiah Isaac.  Make sure to follow me on twitter because I will be texting in twitter updates @ProphetTheRebel.