I began my rap journey when I was just 13. It all started the day my brother introduced me to the legendary diss game between Raftaar and Emiway. The first rap I ever heard? Sheikh Chilli. And from that moment—something sparked inside me.
I became obsessed—memorizing every single verse Raftaar dropped. Back in 7th grade, I used to spit those lines in front of my school friends, feeling like I owned the world. Soon, I began writing my own verses—scribbling thoughts, rhymes, and fire into my phone. But I was scared to share it. Afraid they'd laugh. Afraid they wouldn’t get it. Still, somewhere deep down—everyone kind of knew... he raps.
Then one day, while chilling with friends, one of them playfully snatched my phone. He found my raps. Instead of mocking me, he praised me. That was the moment. I started owning it—spitting bars confidently, and slowly the whole school knew. Yeah, he raps.
Life moved on. After 12th, the mic fell silent. I thought my rap dreams were over. But destiny had a different beat lined up. One day in college, I casually told a few friends that I used to rap. Sometime later, one of them called me up and asked, Wanna perform on stage? I said, Hell yeah.
I still remember that moment—stepping onto that stage, facing a huge crowd, alone. No friends in the audience. Just me, my verses, and the vibe. And when I rapped... the energy was electric. That performance brought my confidence back like a rising beat drop. And since then? I’ve never looked back. The mic is still in my hand, the passion still burns. And the journey continues— One verse, one vibe, one dream at a time.
