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Wassup, wassup, this your main man Brian V. Sok a.k.a "LilBabyCriminal", I'm 17 years old, and dam I love to rap. It started a while back when I was about thirteen, I always wanted to make a track with my bro Andy (BabyCriminal), but I wasn't any good, and trust me I was terrible. So I just kept writing , learning new words , practice freestyling so I can get use to this new aspect in Rapping. Then when I was 14 I wrote my first song called " SLIDE", it was a banger , chorus was catchy , something to nod your head too, but my verses in there were kinda weak , lol. After I made that song I let my Neighbor " TRoubleG" , listen to the song , he said, "Iits Koo", an hearing that from him meant alot to me cause he raps with my bro "BabyCriminal". Then after that day he's been giving me unfinished tracks so I can finish them , as well as improving my skills. Then at the age of 15 my brother and I started making tracks together, so I knew I got better. Also at the age of 15 I met "Weevee", we was both chilling and he started freestyling , so I thought I spitt a verse for him. He thought I was tight. Later thats when I made my first song with "Weevee", and my bro " BabyCriminal", called "Like Whoa!" and dam was that a banger. Later on at 16 I joined up with " U.N -Company", were I met : Yung Pop and Buck...and well I'm officially a member. All thats left is for me and the whole "U.N- Company" to make history...4-3-09, ain't no more U.N -Company For me and my Bro DJ-Criminal, people wanna do they own thing so i guess me and my bro is doin the same , if you with it holla at me -CRIMINAL PRODUCTIONS- a new movement
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