“I’ve decided to take destiny into my own hands, you probably can’t understand. For me life was bland and I have this constant hollow feeling. Days are cold, dark and filled with sorrow. Raining clouds from under my ceiling, dealing with it all, would take a person very strong. By the time you hear this I will be gone. Along with my existence will be away of life for many. I gave some substance, knowledge and in return was used to make a petty penny. They defeated my purpose. Delated my work and cheated me, seeded me, under ground and wound up bringing me to the surface. They corrupted my image, made me a negative influence. The shady world has been abusive ever since I came into. Put here with no role models, no-one to follow. I’ve been contorted, aborted, recorded, distorted, shorted, I forfeit against life. I’m a morbid manic, forced off this rough course and breaking the boards and making my own doors. So don’t be sad when I leave cuz I know this is right. I can’t take it I can’t fake it I’m sick of like. I’ve carried people threw hard times and thought they were my friends but they only stayed close to me cuz it was the trend. But when I’m gone no-one will miss me a few years will go bye and important people will die and you’ll forget me. I hope the children will be alright without a proper guide. To all my loved ones and followers peace out at least I tried. I ain’t what I use to be, so don’t shed a tear from your windows I died along time ago this just makes it official. I Hip Hop being of sound mind and body here by request that my few prize possession go to the following: swallowing the facts maybe wacks by the tracts, still beauty stands from stained hands, and nap sacks filled with aerosol cans, and fat caps. My abstract artistic energy must continue to influence and embody the cats that are dedicated to ruining white walls with creative strokes of imagination in a paint splash. I leave all my physical strength to the guardians of the floor with their arms locked in a B-boy stance enhancing culture to a more ultra advance acrobatic expression yes in deed when I leave my present will exist in the style of the few true who know smiles would persist with changing mood. I leave my mood to the musician turntablist and wicked wizards of needles dusty samples intangible vibe, setting rhythm scientific it’s my verbal aspect of me that goes to those who ride vocalize poetical hi-breeds life and excitement language of the tongue. I ofter all my offspring the official mission towards society the gift of words come and get you some, yeah, the gift of words come and get you some and positivity and creativity, originality and history should be spread equality over all the heads mentioned above a long with my many styles, aggression, knowledge, evolution, solution, revolution, tolerance and love.”
– Michael “Eyedea” Larsen (November 9, 1981 – October 16, 2010)
“Your crime is your pride and your past is my only dose. I’m goin’ crazy outa my control. But there’s nothin’ I can do, I have no choice but to let it go. Each day gets a little less intense, no longer feel like the skins standin’ on my chest. You made me more me, and I won’t forget the times you helped my find my feet when I was buried in my head.
Thank you, for givin’ what you had to give, takin’ what you had to take, and makin’ me believe in you. Even though I might be gone forever there will always be a place in my brain that’ll think of you.”