The Evolution of IMAKEMADBEATS

It all started with Theo, who is now Marco Polo's manager. "Yo son, imma start callin you mad beats, cuz you got mad beats" . I would respond with " I make mad beats kid".

Years later.... I drew something...bored in a college class with a blind teacher.



I thought it was cool. I took a digital picture of it and thought nothing of it. Before I knew it I was obsessed with this picture....and found the ink in the page literally reaching out to me. It reminded me of Venom's alien symbiote on spiderman. I heard another producer's wack beat and the ink ran away.

Months later, i woke up to this picture in my email:


It was from my man Alucard of Creative Juices. The message said "yo NeeM heres the drawing you wanted me to do. This is just a test run to make sure i got the idea down. Yo son, you ok? when you called me to tell me about this sh*t you sounded mad crazy...kinda possessed or somethin man. Hit me up. Wu Mansion."

Til this day i have no idea of what phone conversation hes talking about. I printed the picture out, and the ink on the page squirmed and made sounds as if it was missing a limb..like someone had cut off its arm or something.

Weeks later, I get another email from Alucard. "yo NeeM..here you go, iight man!! damn fam...now you can leave me alone. You need to get some help fam. I knew somethin was wrong with you when u appeared at the crib at 4:30am and had somehow climbed to our balcony to ask me for this drawing!! you wild kid!! get help!" I had no idea again what he was talking about. I did notice however that my nights were longer than before.
This was the drawing he sent:


The dark image some how changed me. It was I and I was it. It said on its face the answer to every question someone ever asked me.
NeeM whats for breakfast
NeeM: IMAKEMADBEATS.

It became my existence.

It told me me that its cousin was Maximum Carnage. Shout out to him.