: MediaTakeOut.com is sad to report that popular 1990s rapper MC Breed (real name Eric Breed) passed away yesterday. He was found dead at a friends home outside of Detroit. Michigan.
While no official reports re being released, MediaTakeOut.com has learned that officials do not suspect any foul play in Breed's death.
For the past few months, MC Breed had been suffering from a series of health related issues. Last month he was admitted to the hospital for kidney failure.
Our condolences go out to all of Breeds family and friends.
R.I.P.
I never got caught with a kilo And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo Servin in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GTO Black-on-black Benzo, Never have to worry bout my posse gettin jumped Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk Cause we don't go for playin, when I play go grab a ball When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin, not at all Cause I clock 10 g's a week boomin at my peak Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty Meet your homeboy Marty at a b.o.b. party Takin over, barkin like a dog named Rover (woof!) I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover They're bitin lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras So now they're sayin, "Eric Breed is gettin over"
There ain't no future in your frontin Ha-ha-ha There ain't no future in your frontin
RIP! FOR THOSE WHO DONT KNOW WHO HE IS!
Eric Breed (b. in Flint, Michigan - d. November 22, 2008)], better known as MC Breed was a Flint, Michigan-based rapper best known for his singles "Ain't No Future in Yo Frontin'", which peaked at #66 on the Billboard Hot 100 [2], and "Gotta Get Mine", featuring 2Pac, that made it to #6 on the Hot Rap Singles. [2]
Breed is also known as the first commercially successful rapper to come out of the Midwest. MC Breed's first album was released with rap group DFC and was entitled MC Breed & DFC for independent record label, SDEG Records. His solo debut was 1992's 20 Below, after which he released 1993's The New Breed. He would go on to have a very extensive discography and have a very long career that was at times successful, but he never fully broke into the mainstream. His highest charting album was 1994's Funkafied, which peaked at #106 on the Billboard Hot 200. Through his career he would align himself with various rap scenes. Early in his career with DFC him and the group were rather independent, as one of the first groups out of the midwest. However, later in his career he aligned himiself with the West Coast, taking on more of a G-Funk sound [4] and befriending West Coast rapper Too ***. Still later, he realigned himself once again with the Dirty South for 1995's Big Baller [5] On April 2, 2008, Breed was arrested in Flint, Michigan after repeatedly failing to keep up his child support payments. His bail was set at $18,000.00
On September 5, 2008 the rapper was hospitalized and placed on life-support, after he collapsed when his kidneys failed, during a game of pickup basketball. On November 22, 2008, Breed reportedly passed away in his sleep.
'Gotta Get Mine'
Smooth as a wanna be, for quickly you a gonna be /oh that's the way it is-Pac/ F*ck yeah and thats the way it's gonna be Why, puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew Taking names and after that I'm kickin a$$ too Breed, kinda of tha /can I get a ryhme to go-Pac/ Hey yo 'Pac I'll set back and design it slow They hate to see a young ***, come up Another punk, run up and have to get his, gun up Cause um I ain't takin no *** like a Newport, explortin the fully joint and explodin on the whole court And I don't wanna be, wanna be, nuttin like mike cause even mike don't miss every itty bitty triflin and when you in the spotlight, you get um jocked right but your life's not tight Buckin anybody forbid mine When will they realize, I'm set out to get mine
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours Get yours
I knew Breed's part of "Gotta Get Mine" w/ Pac word from word. My uncle use to blast 'Gotta Get Mine' and 'Aint No Future In Yo Frontin'. Oh yeah rocing a fresh stack w/ iced washed jeans like Salt *** Pepa.
R.I.P. Breed
Rest In Peace MC Breed...Your music rocked many of house parties and clubs in my high school and college years.
I can't stand when young a** kids get on here and say MC who?..obviously this was ahead of your time and you don't know anything about the history of hip hop and hip hop of the 90's (just a pet peeve)..LOL..
Memba dat runnin back Sayin breedas hatin you Takin you to anotha level *** makin you We got plenty of hoes in da back screamin okay Breed Fu ckin round wit, 4-tay Ice like t out to get paid *** dog bringin hoes to da *** parade I faded off this tangeray daily *** wanna play me but plenty of *** pay me Over all I *** more and none test I keep a gun and I put two off in a *** chest And see coincide within the same heartbeat Thats right I give a *** *** five feet Furtha imformation, I get inta meditation I outta have yo *** shakin I conclude my calculation is
RIP to him and his family. He finally seen his dream, as far as painting the white house black;persay,"as quoted in one of his songs." I wish his family the best through these hard times, and I feel he help opened the door for informative rap that sent a message. I still to this day pull out my cassette tapes and listen to 80's and 90's music. music now is only made for money purposes. I remember going to free concerts back in the day, THE GOOD OLE' DAYS!!!!
@lefemme410
Neva was cuz. (just had to chime in cause that was my SONG back in the day, lol.)
On topic: I'm so sorry for his family's loss. I don't want to speculate that it was AIDS that did him in, but kidney failure, after repeated health issues, is one of the last symptoms of that disease; along with pneumonia and liver failure.
*** ANOTHER YOUNG BLACK MAN GONE AT AN EARLY AGE! IN NEED TO GO TO THE DOCTOR
I never got caught with a kilo And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo Servin in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GTO Black-on-black Benzo, Never have to worry bout my posse gettin jumped Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk Cause we don't go for playin, when I play go grab a ball When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin, not at all Cause I clock 10 g's a week boomin at my peak Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty Meet your homeboy Marty at a b.o.b. party Takin over, barkin like a dog named Rover (woof!) I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover They're bitin lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras So now they're sayin, "Eric Breed is gettin over"
There ain't no future in your frontin Ha-ha-ha There ain't no future in your frontin
TO ALL THE STUPID AZZZEZ WHO DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MUSIC OR ARE TO YOUNG TO REMEMBER. DONT POST A FU(KIN COMMENT. U DISRESECTFUL LIL SH!TS. DOESNT MATTER IF U DONT KNOW HIM A MAN IS GONE AND U ARE MAKIN LIGHT OF IT. JUST REMEMBER HE WAS IMPORTANT ENOUGH FOR HIS PASSING TO BE IN PUBLIC NEWS. ITS MORE THAN WE CAN SAY ABOUT YOUR REGULAR RAGGEDY AZZZEZ. YO *** WONT B FRONT PAGE NEWS. SO *** THE FU(*** UP!! R.I.P BREED THE REAL FANS WILL MISS U
