The one thing we were planning on doing was a musical about the Illuminati and how the obsession with the Illuminati infiltrated people’s opinions of hip-hop.
Thinking that, if you get to Illuminati levels of hip-hop, it’ll get you something more than the information that you absorb.
So the lead character [in the musical] was someone who took this information the wrong way and did something ridiculous because of it. We’d had a couple of little bits about it, but he was passionate about it.
I think P certainly had his ups and downs with sickle cell flare ups, but he wasn’t on a consistent decline.
This was a down where you would’ve assumed another trip to the hospital and it’d be taken care of. His delivery was so deadpan, his voice always sounded so serious.
He was super Internet literate, especially for someone of his generation.
He’s one of the few rappers I can think of who blogged.
Tell a story with a very specific beginning, middle, and end.
But [the story] began with prison; it was semi-autobiographical.
He was always looking for the next way to change the world. Getting so many things done was a race to the finish line.
He wasn’t sure if his health would lead him to have to take a rest and not be able to do what he wanted to.
But as far as anything to suggest that he was on a severe decline? His way of life was always having to deal with this. We would text each other the dumbest memes and there were certain things I wouldn’t think he would find funny at all, and he would hit me up with a screenshot of the meme I’d posted, like, “Ayo, Kat.