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AVAILABLE NOW: Deffinitions Vol. 4 - A new instrumental album of 15 ORIGINAL COMPOSITIONS.

I’m super excited about the music on this project. I wanted to flip this series up and dive headfirst into creatingsomething that wasn’t beholden to words. I’m def on my Rap Game Hans Zimmer shit on this one.

Thank you all again for your love and support over the years. So much new music on the way (can you say @peteranthonyred ?)

#hiphop #qn5 #beats #indiemusic

AVAILABLE NOW: Deffinitions Vol. 4 - A new instrumental album of 15 ORIGINAL COMPOSITIONS.

I’m super excited about the music on this project. I wanted to flip this series up and dive headfirst into creatingsomething that wasn’t beholden to words. I’m def on my Rap Game Hans Zimmer shit on this one.

Thank you all again for your love and support over the years. So much new music on the way (can you say @peteranthonyred ?)

#hiphop #qn5 #beats #indiemusic

AVAILABLE NOW: Deffinitions Vol. 4 - A new instrumental album of 15 ORIGINAL COMPOSITIONS.

I’m super excited about the music on this project. I wanted to flip this series up and dive headfirst into creatingsomething that wasn’t beholden to words. I’m def on my Rap Game Hans Zimmer shit on this one.

Thank you all again for your love and support over the years. So much new music on the way (can you say @peteranthonyred ?)

#hiphop #qn5 #beats #indiemusic

AVAILABLE NOW: Deffinitions Vol. 4 - A new instrumental album of 15 ORIGINAL COMPOSITIONS.

I’m super excited about the music on this project. I wanted to flip this series up and dive headfirst into creatingsomething that wasn’t beholden to words. I’m def on my Rap Game Hans Zimmer shit on this one.

Thank you all again for your love and support over the years. So much new music on the way (can you say @peteranthonyred ?)

#hiphop #qn5 #beats #indiemusic

Mom, the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever known, was your hand in my hair. Walking into hospice, I saw you asleep, surrounded by love. I immediately kneeled and placed your hand to my head in an attempt to feel it again. Instead, I wept, knowing it was the last time.

“Xiomara” is not a common first name. Hearing it daily, it never occurred to me to search for its meaning until today. I just looked it up — it means “Ready For Battle”.

How fitting — the perfect name for the strongest woman I’ve ever known. The fierce sense of unity you instilled in us made us a small army. Unsurprisingly, your soulmate was a soldier.

3 husbands, 7 children, 2 countries, 4 cities, 2 languages. Many ERAS. A true matriarch & trailblazer. An Afro-Latina in the 60s south and 70s Midwest. To survive, you learned a new language. When marriages devolved, you bravely dove into uncertainty to escape. You gave us dignity.

ALL of this accomplished without learning how to swim or drive a car. 😂 I’m also certain you held the largest collection of cheetah print in North America. Your signature 🐆.

I’ve traveled the world and you remain an original. You owned rooms as you entered them, with your beauty, confidence and effortless style. You had the “X” factor. A former showgirl at Havana’s Tropicana Club before life got in the way, I felt the “what ifs?” eat at you.

As the last to leave home, I leapt head-first towardsmy dreams. Your countless sacrifices made it possible for me to try. Anything I am as a performer, is yours.

I was the last kid with you when you left. Awake for 40+ hours straight, gripping your hand while I still could. I let go first. 10 mins later, you did too.

Dad passed Jan 5th. Your 48th anniversary would’ve been Jan 16th. You passed on Jan 23rd. I lost both of my parents in 18 days.

Processing all of this simultaneously is horrific, but I’m choosing to reconcile it as proof that love endures through death. Even through dementia, you felt each other. You’re now together again, bailando con sabrosura, making my dad blush. “¡Azucar, Papi!” 💃🕺🏽 Forever and always, our XuperXtar!

I love you, mom.
- Tone

Mom, the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever known, was your hand in my hair. Walking into hospice, I saw you asleep, surrounded by love. I immediately kneeled and placed your hand to my head in an attempt to feel it again. Instead, I wept, knowing it was the last time.

“Xiomara” is not a common first name. Hearing it daily, it never occurred to me to search for its meaning until today. I just looked it up — it means “Ready For Battle”.

How fitting — the perfect name for the strongest woman I’ve ever known. The fierce sense of unity you instilled in us made us a small army. Unsurprisingly, your soulmate was a soldier.

3 husbands, 7 children, 2 countries, 4 cities, 2 languages. Many ERAS. A true matriarch & trailblazer. An Afro-Latina in the 60s south and 70s Midwest. To survive, you learned a new language. When marriages devolved, you bravely dove into uncertainty to escape. You gave us dignity.

ALL of this accomplished without learning how to swim or drive a car. 😂 I’m also certain you held the largest collection of cheetah print in North America. Your signature 🐆.

I’ve traveled the world and you remain an original. You owned rooms as you entered them, with your beauty, confidence and effortless style. You had the “X” factor. A former showgirl at Havana’s Tropicana Club before life got in the way, I felt the “what ifs?” eat at you.

As the last to leave home, I leapt head-first towardsmy dreams. Your countless sacrifices made it possible for me to try. Anything I am as a performer, is yours.

I was the last kid with you when you left. Awake for 40+ hours straight, gripping your hand while I still could. I let go first. 10 mins later, you did too.

Dad passed Jan 5th. Your 48th anniversary would’ve been Jan 16th. You passed on Jan 23rd. I lost both of my parents in 18 days.

Processing all of this simultaneously is horrific, but I’m choosing to reconcile it as proof that love endures through death. Even through dementia, you felt each other. You’re now together again, bailando con sabrosura, making my dad blush. “¡Azucar, Papi!” 💃🕺🏽 Forever and always, our XuperXtar!

I love you, mom.
- Tone

Mom, the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever known, was your hand in my hair. Walking into hospice, I saw you asleep, surrounded by love. I immediately kneeled and placed your hand to my head in an attempt to feel it again. Instead, I wept, knowing it was the last time.

“Xiomara” is not a common first name. Hearing it daily, it never occurred to me to search for its meaning until today. I just looked it up — it means “Ready For Battle”.

How fitting — the perfect name for the strongest woman I’ve ever known. The fierce sense of unity you instilled in us made us a small army. Unsurprisingly, your soulmate was a soldier.

3 husbands, 7 children, 2 countries, 4 cities, 2 languages. Many ERAS. A true matriarch & trailblazer. An Afro-Latina in the 60s south and 70s Midwest. To survive, you learned a new language. When marriages devolved, you bravely dove into uncertainty to escape. You gave us dignity.

ALL of this accomplished without learning how to swim or drive a car. 😂 I’m also certain you held the largest collection of cheetah print in North America. Your signature 🐆.

I’ve traveled the world and you remain an original. You owned rooms as you entered them, with your beauty, confidence and effortless style. You had the “X” factor. A former showgirl at Havana’s Tropicana Club before life got in the way, I felt the “what ifs?” eat at you.

As the last to leave home, I leapt head-first towardsmy dreams. Your countless sacrifices made it possible for me to try. Anything I am as a performer, is yours.

I was the last kid with you when you left. Awake for 40+ hours straight, gripping your hand while I still could. I let go first. 10 mins later, you did too.

Dad passed Jan 5th. Your 48th anniversary would’ve been Jan 16th. You passed on Jan 23rd. I lost both of my parents in 18 days.

Processing all of this simultaneously is horrific, but I’m choosing to reconcile it as proof that love endures through death. Even through dementia, you felt each other. You’re now together again, bailando con sabrosura, making my dad blush. “¡Azucar, Papi!” 💃🕺🏽 Forever and always, our XuperXtar!

I love you, mom.
- Tone

Mom, the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever known, was your hand in my hair. Walking into hospice, I saw you asleep, surrounded by love. I immediately kneeled and placed your hand to my head in an attempt to feel it again. Instead, I wept, knowing it was the last time.

“Xiomara” is not a common first name. Hearing it daily, it never occurred to me to search for its meaning until today. I just looked it up — it means “Ready For Battle”.

How fitting — the perfect name for the strongest woman I’ve ever known. The fierce sense of unity you instilled in us made us a small army. Unsurprisingly, your soulmate was a soldier.

3 husbands, 7 children, 2 countries, 4 cities, 2 languages. Many ERAS. A true matriarch & trailblazer. An Afro-Latina in the 60s south and 70s Midwest. To survive, you learned a new language. When marriages devolved, you bravely dove into uncertainty to escape. You gave us dignity.

ALL of this accomplished without learning how to swim or drive a car. 😂 I’m also certain you held the largest collection of cheetah print in North America. Your signature 🐆.

I’ve traveled the world and you remain an original. You owned rooms as you entered them, with your beauty, confidence and effortless style. You had the “X” factor. A former showgirl at Havana’s Tropicana Club before life got in the way, I felt the “what ifs?” eat at you.

As the last to leave home, I leapt head-first towardsmy dreams. Your countless sacrifices made it possible for me to try. Anything I am as a performer, is yours.

I was the last kid with you when you left. Awake for 40+ hours straight, gripping your hand while I still could. I let go first. 10 mins later, you did too.

Dad passed Jan 5th. Your 48th anniversary would’ve been Jan 16th. You passed on Jan 23rd. I lost both of my parents in 18 days.

Processing all of this simultaneously is horrific, but I’m choosing to reconcile it as proof that love endures through death. Even through dementia, you felt each other. You’re now together again, bailando con sabrosura, making my dad blush. “¡Azucar, Papi!” 💃🕺🏽 Forever and always, our XuperXtar!

I love you, mom.
- Tone

Mom, the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever known, was your hand in my hair. Walking into hospice, I saw you asleep, surrounded by love. I immediately kneeled and placed your hand to my head in an attempt to feel it again. Instead, I wept, knowing it was the last time.

“Xiomara” is not a common first name. Hearing it daily, it never occurred to me to search for its meaning until today. I just looked it up — it means “Ready For Battle”.

How fitting — the perfect name for the strongest woman I’ve ever known. The fierce sense of unity you instilled in us made us a small army. Unsurprisingly, your soulmate was a soldier.

3 husbands, 7 children, 2 countries, 4 cities, 2 languages. Many ERAS. A true matriarch & trailblazer. An Afro-Latina in the 60s south and 70s Midwest. To survive, you learned a new language. When marriages devolved, you bravely dove into uncertainty to escape. You gave us dignity.

ALL of this accomplished without learning how to swim or drive a car. 😂 I’m also certain you held the largest collection of cheetah print in North America. Your signature 🐆.

I’ve traveled the world and you remain an original. You owned rooms as you entered them, with your beauty, confidence and effortless style. You had the “X” factor. A former showgirl at Havana’s Tropicana Club before life got in the way, I felt the “what ifs?” eat at you.

As the last to leave home, I leapt head-first towardsmy dreams. Your countless sacrifices made it possible for me to try. Anything I am as a performer, is yours.

I was the last kid with you when you left. Awake for 40+ hours straight, gripping your hand while I still could. I let go first. 10 mins later, you did too.

Dad passed Jan 5th. Your 48th anniversary would’ve been Jan 16th. You passed on Jan 23rd. I lost both of my parents in 18 days.

Processing all of this simultaneously is horrific, but I’m choosing to reconcile it as proof that love endures through death. Even through dementia, you felt each other. You’re now together again, bailando con sabrosura, making my dad blush. “¡Azucar, Papi!” 💃🕺🏽 Forever and always, our XuperXtar!

I love you, mom.
- Tone

Mom, the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever known, was your hand in my hair. Walking into hospice, I saw you asleep, surrounded by love. I immediately kneeled and placed your hand to my head in an attempt to feel it again. Instead, I wept, knowing it was the last time.

“Xiomara” is not a common first name. Hearing it daily, it never occurred to me to search for its meaning until today. I just looked it up — it means “Ready For Battle”.

How fitting — the perfect name for the strongest woman I’ve ever known. The fierce sense of unity you instilled in us made us a small army. Unsurprisingly, your soulmate was a soldier.

3 husbands, 7 children, 2 countries, 4 cities, 2 languages. Many ERAS. A true matriarch & trailblazer. An Afro-Latina in the 60s south and 70s Midwest. To survive, you learned a new language. When marriages devolved, you bravely dove into uncertainty to escape. You gave us dignity.

ALL of this accomplished without learning how to swim or drive a car. 😂 I’m also certain you held the largest collection of cheetah print in North America. Your signature 🐆.

I’ve traveled the world and you remain an original. You owned rooms as you entered them, with your beauty, confidence and effortless style. You had the “X” factor. A former showgirl at Havana’s Tropicana Club before life got in the way, I felt the “what ifs?” eat at you.

As the last to leave home, I leapt head-first towardsmy dreams. Your countless sacrifices made it possible for me to try. Anything I am as a performer, is yours.

I was the last kid with you when you left. Awake for 40+ hours straight, gripping your hand while I still could. I let go first. 10 mins later, you did too.

Dad passed Jan 5th. Your 48th anniversary would’ve been Jan 16th. You passed on Jan 23rd. I lost both of my parents in 18 days.

Processing all of this simultaneously is horrific, but I’m choosing to reconcile it as proof that love endures through death. Even through dementia, you felt each other. You’re now together again, bailando con sabrosura, making my dad blush. “¡Azucar, Papi!” 💃🕺🏽 Forever and always, our XuperXtar!

I love you, mom.
- Tone

Mom, the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever known, was your hand in my hair. Walking into hospice, I saw you asleep, surrounded by love. I immediately kneeled and placed your hand to my head in an attempt to feel it again. Instead, I wept, knowing it was the last time.

“Xiomara” is not a common first name. Hearing it daily, it never occurred to me to search for its meaning until today. I just looked it up — it means “Ready For Battle”.

How fitting — the perfect name for the strongest woman I’ve ever known. The fierce sense of unity you instilled in us made us a small army. Unsurprisingly, your soulmate was a soldier.

3 husbands, 7 children, 2 countries, 4 cities, 2 languages. Many ERAS. A true matriarch & trailblazer. An Afro-Latina in the 60s south and 70s Midwest. To survive, you learned a new language. When marriages devolved, you bravely dove into uncertainty to escape. You gave us dignity.

ALL of this accomplished without learning how to swim or drive a car. 😂 I’m also certain you held the largest collection of cheetah print in North America. Your signature 🐆.

I’ve traveled the world and you remain an original. You owned rooms as you entered them, with your beauty, confidence and effortless style. You had the “X” factor. A former showgirl at Havana’s Tropicana Club before life got in the way, I felt the “what ifs?” eat at you.

As the last to leave home, I leapt head-first towardsmy dreams. Your countless sacrifices made it possible for me to try. Anything I am as a performer, is yours.

I was the last kid with you when you left. Awake for 40+ hours straight, gripping your hand while I still could. I let go first. 10 mins later, you did too.

Dad passed Jan 5th. Your 48th anniversary would’ve been Jan 16th. You passed on Jan 23rd. I lost both of my parents in 18 days.

Processing all of this simultaneously is horrific, but I’m choosing to reconcile it as proof that love endures through death. Even through dementia, you felt each other. You’re now together again, bailando con sabrosura, making my dad blush. “¡Azucar, Papi!” 💃🕺🏽 Forever and always, our XuperXtar!

I love you, mom.
- Tone

Mom, the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever known, was your hand in my hair. Walking into hospice, I saw you asleep, surrounded by love. I immediately kneeled and placed your hand to my head in an attempt to feel it again. Instead, I wept, knowing it was the last time.

“Xiomara” is not a common first name. Hearing it daily, it never occurred to me to search for its meaning until today. I just looked it up — it means “Ready For Battle”.

How fitting — the perfect name for the strongest woman I’ve ever known. The fierce sense of unity you instilled in us made us a small army. Unsurprisingly, your soulmate was a soldier.

3 husbands, 7 children, 2 countries, 4 cities, 2 languages. Many ERAS. A true matriarch & trailblazer. An Afro-Latina in the 60s south and 70s Midwest. To survive, you learned a new language. When marriages devolved, you bravely dove into uncertainty to escape. You gave us dignity.

ALL of this accomplished without learning how to swim or drive a car. 😂 I’m also certain you held the largest collection of cheetah print in North America. Your signature 🐆.

I’ve traveled the world and you remain an original. You owned rooms as you entered them, with your beauty, confidence and effortless style. You had the “X” factor. A former showgirl at Havana’s Tropicana Club before life got in the way, I felt the “what ifs?” eat at you.

As the last to leave home, I leapt head-first towardsmy dreams. Your countless sacrifices made it possible for me to try. Anything I am as a performer, is yours.

I was the last kid with you when you left. Awake for 40+ hours straight, gripping your hand while I still could. I let go first. 10 mins later, you did too.

Dad passed Jan 5th. Your 48th anniversary would’ve been Jan 16th. You passed on Jan 23rd. I lost both of my parents in 18 days.

Processing all of this simultaneously is horrific, but I’m choosing to reconcile it as proof that love endures through death. Even through dementia, you felt each other. You’re now together again, bailando con sabrosura, making my dad blush. “¡Azucar, Papi!” 💃🕺🏽 Forever and always, our XuperXtar!

I love you, mom.
- Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

Goodbye, Dad.

Despite everything, I love you and I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I want to hold onto the positives.

Thank you for raising me, despite having no example of what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Thank you for telling me the same 4 hilarious stories my entire life. I still laughed every time. You always told me I was funny — If I am, I learned it from you. If I’m repetitive, I learned it from you.

Thank you for your work ethic and dependability, which laid the blueprint for my perseverance.

Thank you for using big words, which pushed me to read the dictionary daily to understand you. (Seriously, who calls a wallet a “Billfold”? 😅) My love of words stems from this.

Thank you for loving @carlossantana as much as you did — it taught me to appreciate music as a devoted fan. I wish we could have seen him live together.

Thank you for supporting my musical dream as a teenager. Mom wanted me to be an engineer (she was probably right 😂). You were with me the night I won the @arseniohall “Flava of the Future” competition in LA when I was 16 — ironically, the only trip we ever took together. I wish we traveled more.

Thank you for giving my sisters the father they never had and for your devotion to my mother. 48 years of marriage is no small feat. Neither of you made it easy on each other (or us), but the bar is now set.

Thank you for never leaving us, despite the impossibility of the situation. You took on the responsibility of a baby boy and 5 girls at 20 years old. I don’t know how the fuck you did it, but you did.

For all the turmoil of my childhood, I knew deep down that you loved me. Despite our many differences, I spent two birthdays sitting in the ICU with you, mentally preparing myself for this moment, and still wasn’t ready once it came. I wish we had more time to mend things.

Lastly, I’d like to thank you for life. The irony is that you were a man of few words, and raised a man of many. What you couldn’t express, I will continue to channel through my art as long as I’m able.

All you wanted was for us to “take care of your mother”. Rest easy, we’ve got it from here, soldier.

Your son,
Tone

@tonedeff on 🎯 as always.

VOID. Deffinitions Vol.4. — I was 12 years old the first time I recorded in a studio. Me and my crew RBM split the $160 for a 4 Hr session with a middle-aged engineer named Rick. When we went in, all we had were four 16 bar verses. No hook. No beat. No title (which ended up being “RBM is in Full Effect” 😅).

It was my first time using an SP12. First time recording on a multitrack tape or even seeing a mixing board for the first time. I fell in love instantly. Once I laid the drums down and we recorded our verses, Rick leaned over and asked me “Do you want to add a bassline or something?” I had no idea what that even was. I said “No” and that was that. 4 verses, no hook, 808s and an orchestra hit. Ahhh, 1989.

It’s 2023 now and I still love it. I’m obsessed with basslines. Layering vocals. Synth patches. Compression. Granted, I still can’t read music and I’ve permanently destroyed my hearing — but it never gets old. With that said, my first full on instrumental record from scratch drops 7/7 (40 left, Lincoln bio). Shouts to Rick.

#tonedeff #hiphop #qn5 #beats #producer #instrumental #reasongang #uhediva #synapselegend #deffinitions4

“Waiting”. Produced by @maulskull . I wanted to dive into how depression & anxiety feed into the spiral of chronic procrastination on this one — somethinga lot of folks struggle with daily. Let me know if you do in the comments. Really, love how it came out (those strings tho).

Taken from Cold.Killed.Collected.2 (2011-2022). 4 NEW SONGS. EVERY COLLAB. Alternative/Live versions and remixes. Only a few copies left, btw. Link in bio.

[AVAILABLE NOW] New music anyone? I’m super excited to announce Cold.Killed.Collected.2 (2011-2022) - the second collection of all my guest work this past decade which includes alternative versions, remixes and 4 BRAND NEW SONGS. This is a limited edition pressing that will NOT be available in stores.

So many goodies, so many styles and genres on this one, OH - did I mention 4 BRAND NEW TRACKS? And yes, that includes the first new Extended Famm track since HFYS. Thank me later.

Go pick it up at Tonedeff.com (or via bandcamp)

PS - Missed Vol.1? You can bundle 1&2 together to save 25% OFF. ♥️

[AVAILABLE NOW] New music anyone? I’m super excited to announce Cold.Killed.Collected.2 (2011-2022) - the second collection of all my guest work this past decade which includes alternative versions, remixes and 4 BRAND NEW SONGS. This is a limited edition pressing that will NOT be available in stores.

So many goodies, so many styles and genres on this one, OH - did I mention 4 BRAND NEW TRACKS? And yes, that includes the first new Extended Famm track since HFYS. Thank me later.

Go pick it up at Tonedeff.com (or via bandcamp)

PS - Missed Vol.1? You can bundle 1&2 together to save 25% OFF. ♥️

[AVAILABLE NOW] New music anyone? I’m super excited to announce Cold.Killed.Collected.2 (2011-2022) - the second collection of all my guest work this past decade which includes alternative versions, remixes and 4 BRAND NEW SONGS. This is a limited edition pressing that will NOT be available in stores.

So many goodies, so many styles and genres on this one, OH - did I mention 4 BRAND NEW TRACKS? And yes, that includes the first new Extended Famm track since HFYS. Thank me later.

Go pick it up at Tonedeff.com (or via bandcamp)

PS - Missed Vol.1? You can bundle 1&2 together to save 25% OFF. ♥️

Had a blast rockin with @lucycampxo at this year’s @thopfest event in Ontario. She’s the future, so I had to pull up to support. Also had the chance to catch up with my brother @knomercyproductions who held us down on the decks and the homie @sadistik . Met some super dope new peeps as well. Felt good to stretch my legs again. [📸: @bradmonteforte & kno ]

As an aside, it’s been an EXTREMELY busy summer — hella productive. Will have some goodies to share shortly. Stay tuned as usual.

Had a blast rockin with @lucycampxo at this year’s @thopfest event in Ontario. She’s the future, so I had to pull up to support. Also had the chance to catch up with my brother @knomercyproductions who held us down on the decks and the homie @sadistik . Met some super dope new peeps as well. Felt good to stretch my legs again. [📸: @bradmonteforte & kno ]

As an aside, it’s been an EXTREMELY busy summer — hella productive. Will have some goodies to share shortly. Stay tuned as usual.

Had a blast rockin with @lucycampxo at this year’s @thopfest event in Ontario. She’s the future, so I had to pull up to support. Also had the chance to catch up with my brother @knomercyproductions who held us down on the decks and the homie @sadistik . Met some super dope new peeps as well. Felt good to stretch my legs again. [📸: @bradmonteforte & kno ]

As an aside, it’s been an EXTREMELY busy summer — hella productive. Will have some goodies to share shortly. Stay tuned as usual.

HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY @qn5!! Ever since I was a child, I always dreamed of having a label and putting out dope music by artists I loved. I’d draw fake cassette covers with fake bands with my little logo haha

Fast forward to 1997, after spending the majority of my childhood circling the industry, I got fed up with the bullshit and decided to go independent. Despite the insane challenges of operating off sheer talent & determination and NO RICH RELATIVES, we pushed through and here we are.

25 years later, and I ever would have imagined gaining a family through the experience. 25 years later, I never would have imagined the incredible supporters around the world we’d gain. 25 years later, and I never would have imagined the entirety and scope of what we’d accomplish together - from the uncredited innovations to the time-tested CLASSIC albums and experiences we’d produce. All over the world and back again. 40+ Releases and 25 Years later - the Blue Schoolers are still supporting and still showing love.

Im forever grateful to every single one of you who came to a show, copped the music, posted about us, rocked our merch and generally showed love.

I am forever grateful to my brothers on the journey and forever grateful for the opportunity to continue doing this. I love y’all, forreal forreal and I’m looking forward to even more amazingness going forward. Happy 25th, y’all. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Baby blue forever.

- Tone

🎬: POLYOPTICS: The Formation of Polymer (YouTube).

That was fun! (I’m the dude in on stage left in case you forgot what I looked like). Totally surprised my brothers and popped in for the Seattle & PDX stops on the CunninLynguists x @Sadistik crossover tour. Felt so good to feel the love from everyone in person again and touch a stage for the first time since the pandemic started.

Shouts to everyone who came out to support and to my brothers for being awesome. Love y’all forreal. QN5 forever.

NOTE: first COVID test negative. Fingers crossed.

Bahamadia. Say it with me.

What order would you rank these albums (6 to 1)?

No haberdashery. 🧢 Don’t @ me withmemberberries, subjective biases or gatekeeper “numbers” bullshit. OBJECTIVELY — a run of 6 absolutely brilliant consecutive studio LPs that get better and better with each release is just a ridiculous accomplishment that deserves acknowledgement (and this is excluding their 5 mixtapes and amazing solo & side projects).

In my professional opinion, they’re the greatest hip hop group since Outkast and belong in the same pantheon as groups like PE, Run DMC, Tribe, De La, etc solely based on the quality of their discography. Definitely the best hip hop group currently still active. The consistency of quality is literally unparalleled for this long of a stretch and this many records. It’s mind-boggling.

These fellas make soulfully DEEP conceptual classics that are sonically uniquely theirs, with elite level lyricism, instantly memorable hooks, no bullshit fillers, and GODTIER production (truly, Kno is one of the greats). Kudos to Kno, Deacon & Natti for their incredible work. Always And forever a fan.

“We hear em talking bout southern folks can’t rhyme, some of you must be outcha goddamn mind.” #hiphop #cunninlynguists