His name was SAK. Up until then, I was runnin’ with some local toys around the way
who were trying to make a name for themselves in the Bombin’ game, and I have to
admit, they were starting to make a mark, but they didn’t impress me as much
because they were limited in my mind. I had a few closer friends who
creative about where and how to go bombin’, and that was when we started the tag
crew, MSK (Manhattan Subway Kings). It was me,
CHI, FURN, and RAN. We would
pull all-nighters bombin’ from Brooklyn
to Manhattan and over to the Bronx. Then
like anything else during that time, all the other clowns got on the nuts and
started going with us, or trying to copy us. I have to give it to some of them though, they got heavy into
it and the MSK name started getting so notoriety. I give props to PEE-ROC,
2NEW, MAGNUM, DIA, and others, for getting fierce with it. With
2NEW being the only remaining homeboys left that I used to run
with during the Ball Buster days, they added that thug-flair to the crew, so we also has a
reputation for startin’ shit. It got exciting very quickly, but I started losing
interest in the same ol’ shit. Something else was calling me.
"WELCOME TO BROADWAY".
At that time I was taggin’ “KID CRIME”. It wasn’t long before I realized that taggin’ a long
ass name and trying to do throw-ups with it was not gonna be happenin’, so I
shortened it up to…you guessed it, KC. While the bombin’ thing was goin’ on
with the MSK’s, I
was fuckin’ around in black books trying to see if I had it. By “It” I am
referring to the dope ass burners I was noticing on the train lines I
rode to school, to bomb, to wherever. I specifically remember some TNB joints by
SHAME, BIO and them cats. Some ZEPH and
REVOLT cars would also catch my eyes.
I had heard of LEE,
TRACY and SEEN, but other than the shit I saw on Wild Style
and Style Wars, I really didn’t have a thorough knowledge of the graf game and
how large it had become. That changed when I met Sak. I didn’t know right away
he was into graf, but you could always tell when someone was. It usually starts
with a black book, a tagged up binder, or some other clue. In this case I was
the one with the black book, and he asked to look at it. He did a quick outline
in it, and made some comments about some of the stuff that was already in it.
He probably thought most of the shit was whack, but somehow we ended hookin’ up
and overnight we became ride-to-die graf partners pulling out silvers on the 1
line at the 225th Street lay-up's. I was weak, as expected, since I had never
pulled out burners or pieces of any kind, but Sak was cool about it. He would
never try to do the outlines for me, like I later found out so many others would
do for lesser talented writers; I won’t mention names.