ADM
ADM - Hate Piece
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ADM, short for Adam, has lived in Portland all his life. Have you?Didn’t think so.
Raised by a white hippie in a predominantly black neighborhood on the North side of Thorn City, ADM grew up a dirty little hippie grunger, car theivin, drug takin’, bastard. After listening to “Ain’t No Future In You’re Frontin” by MC Breed while high on 4 hits of Purple Dot Sunshine after a Grateful Dead Concert, he decided to be a rapper. (Obviously)
It was 3 years later that ADM wrote his first rhyme. In the interim he murdered many emcees (metaphorically, of course) at various house parties and rap battles for pennies per rhyme. After one particularly gruesome slaying of yet another wack rapper, ADM realized he needed to write that shit down! So he did! And it was AWESOME! Sadly ADM’s first group, Evagreens, disbanded before releasing any material. With the master tapes of the recording sessions destroyed in the mysterious “Hip-Hop Studio Fire” of ‘00, the world shall never experience what one recording engineer called “Possibly the best music humankind has ever created” (though, he was high on 4 hits of Purple Dot Sunshine and just returned from a Grateful Dead Concert). Angry, depressed, and lonely after his life’s work was incinerated, Adam wandered the streets of Portland aimlessly, like a bum… well, like a bum that has a house, and a shower, and a CELLPHONE!
It was then ADM realized he had a cellphone!
In a fit of desperation, he searched his contacts list for anyone that had any musical connection, the first name that matched that description was Brian, but he wasn’t home, so he called Charlie. Charlie introduced him to mc-delta-t and…
Well, the rest of the story is already such a legendary chapter in the history of hip-hop and, unarguably, all of modern human society, that I hardly need to waste time recounting it here.