Welcome to my first blog about trying to make shit happen in the music game. This ain't no blog that gives advice or nothing about how to make it, cause niggas is still broke and not riding in no luxury cars. This is more so like me telling stories about making music, me being hard on myself as to making a good product and trying to become the best rapper in Boston, bitches I encounter, shady people and how I deal with them, and also telling the world about all my general "adventures" that I have on a regular basis. Plus I'll be giving a lot of incite as to what I think about and who I am as a person. So before I get into some actual blogging, I might as well introduce myself.
My name is Frandy Brown. It's a different name, and people used to try to make fun of me for it until I had a growth spurt. Right now, I'm 6'4", 21 yrs old, around 265 and I'm taking MMA for fun and to get into shape, which isn't bad. I've been writing rhymes for a LONG ass time. Some people remember me from as far back as 15, some even before that. I've gone by many names. Webster (cause I used to use a bunch of big words), Canada (don't ask), Frandeasy, a bunch of pretty retarded names.
One day, my boy from Franklin Field projects said that Frandy didn't fit me and he started calling me Fritz and it kind of stuck. I threw the Mr. in front of it because I was watching one of those VH1 specials on Will Smith. He was talking about one of the movies he did (might've been Independence Day) and he was talking about when he started getting respect, people stopped calling him Will and started calling him Mr. Smith. I liked that, so I started calling myself Mr. Fritz. Who would've known that Will Smith would've inspired my rap name :-\
About me as a person? I consider myself a pretty intelligent person. It just so happens that I was raised in the hood and I'm pretty much a nigga. Before middle school, I was receiving all kinds of awards and shit, even got one from the Mayor for constantly scoring high on one of them tests we had to do. But after that it pretty much went downhill. In my lifetime, I've probably been to 10 schools (2 elementary, 3 middle schools, 3 high schools and I'm about to switch schools again). I can't really fuck with niggas, cause I'm definately not much of a people person. I've dropped out of school before, I've been jumped more times than I could count, I've been locked up and I've taken a lot of L's in my lifetime to be honest with you.
But I guess I started rapping partially for the same reason any nigga starts rapping. At first, it was mainly because I was addicted to it. I started off battling people, but in my city nobody takes it THAT seriously to the point where they could take it to the next level. I remember mad battles I would have, like in middle school I was battling this white kid. This was before eminem blew up and this cat was using his bars against me. Nobody thought I would take it as far as I did, though even though I "lost" but I was interested in this cat and I started doing my research and shit. Cause back when I was growing up, I listened to a little rap, yeah (especially the Fugees) but I grew up on Reggae, Kompa (which is Haitian music) and a bunch of Carribean music. Other than the fugees, the only music I listened to in english was Sade, cause my older brother loved her.
But when I started battling niggas, it was mind blowing to me. I battle everywhere. Internet, school buses, trains, on stage once. I've had some crazy battles. My top battles I remember was definately @ the Baker house. See the baker house was this afterschool program that niggas went to. There's a lot of controversy revolving around that place, and it's fucking corny as shit now, but back when everybody used to go, it was poppin. Back then, there were 2 top dogs in there. Me and my nigga Chizz Dot. Everybody in Dorchester was afraid to battle Chizz, and I ran the Mattapan side of the shit. We was always cool, and it was always a mutual respect type thing, but niggas knew that we eventually had to battle someday, cause you could never share first place. Back then I was leader of Black Mobb and he was holding down Mass Assault Gunnaz.
So we were all recording one day, then the whole hitfam cam into the basement. Now the Baker house was up the street from Codman square and hitfam is the gang in codman square. The studio was in the basement and they filled up the whole basement to the point where niggas was hanging outside the door. The place was packed. And niggas was basically demanding that Chizz battle me. So it went down, me and him in the middle of all them niggas. I won't front, I was kind of intimidated, because I was the only real emcee in black mobb...nobody else could battle, cause Prophet got embarassed by dude from hitfam (you'll hear about prophet in other blogs) and I was going against Chizz. I said one line that had everybody wilin out, and we couldn't spit writtens. I lost that battle though. I've lost before, but I've never lost with so much at stake before. So much respect was at stake. And it actually got me really mad.
The battle was on a Friday, so I spent the whole weekend practicing in the mirror cause I knew when I went back to the Baker, niggas would be talkin shit like they ran the baker house when I got there on Monday, and I planned on being ready for them.
And sho nuff, when I was waiting in the Baker house, as soon as M.A.G. walked in the building, JR (one of the members) started talking shit saying that I fell off and shit. I was like word? Let's step outside for a minute, we bout to get this battle poppin.
Before, there was fear in my heart, battling in front of hitfam...not too much, though. Just a little bit. But this time, I was freestyling off adrenaline. I was going so well, niggas thought I wrote what I was spitting. But I had to hold my set down, this shit was for the Pan. I took down the whole M.A.G. by myself. People were walking by on the sidewalk laughing @ what I was saying. Before the battle even started, dutch (one of the rappers that was there) say that I had that twinkle in my eye and he bet on me. I took out JR first, then Dezzy (MAG leader) got mad, and challenged me and I beat him. Then the main course, Chizz stepped up and me and him went AT it. I got my payback and niggas was still cool after that. I had to show niggas I still had teeth.
Everything about rapping was fun to me, back when I did it for fun and for competition. Writing songs that reflected my thoughts and how I feel. It got to the point where I couldn't imagine myself doing anything else. And that's what's bringing me to this blog today. I have a million stories, and I guess I'm at the stage where I'm trying to figure my shit out. Figure out who I am not only as a rapper, but as a person.
So yeah, I just wanted to keep the intro short and sweet. I threw in one of my old war stories in there just for the fuck of it. Hopefully, this blogging thing works out for me and people follow. If yall do, I'll try to post up something like once a week or more. Till then, look out for my next blog.
-Fritz
