Childhood Nickname

Who gives a @#$% about the music industry anymore?

For $1,000,000 I would consider it, but they would have to pay me in cash (small bills) or else I would try to kill someone.

It was Halloween night 1999, I was busy inserting used razor blades into fun size snickers bars, the peanut butter kind. I was in a horrible mood becuase it was storming outside really bad, therefore I didn't expect a very high number of trick-or-treaters.
Suddenly a pounding came on the door, over and over, a threatening, violent, thunderous knock. The ignorance of their knock made me happy to hand them my surprise. When I opened the door only an Edgar Allan Poe type raven sat at the doorstep. He looked me in the eyes and said "Rap".
Next I was struck with lightning very hard, right in the face. When I awoke I began writing rhymes.

Immortal Technique

Coco Bongo in Cancun, Mexico