Ndreyah Kasubi - Sorry Mom I Never Made It - The Shinydayz Era 1998-2003, Part 1 - Side B
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Ndreyah Kasubi - Sorry Mom I Never Made It - The Shinydayz Era 1998-2003, Part 1 - Side B
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Time Told Presents:
NDREYAH KASUBI (Fka Shinydayz and Iron African)
Part 1: Sorry Mom, I Never Made It – The Shinydayz ERA - 1998-2003 - Side B
Playlist:
00:00 Scarred For Life feat. Elucid
03:32 Soldiers Theme
06:32 Stay Awake
09:44 Up In The Club
14:19 720 Degrees
17:15 All Around The World Interlude
19:10 Rock The Jungle feat. Rameen aka Habib Da Kamekaze
22:19 Swedish Rap RIP
25:13 Get It Right feat. Rameen aka Habib Da Kamekaze
28:18 Exposure
31:00 DoWhatYouJusMight
33:44 We Want Shinydayz
All lyrics written and perfomed, music produced and recorded by Ndreyah Kasubi fka Shinydayz, fka Iron African. Except for lyrics written and perfomed by Elucid and lyrics written and perfomed by Rameen aka Habib Da Kamekaze.
Copyright Ndreyah Kasubi, TIME TOLD MUSIC, AM&EC.
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BACKSTORY:
Sorry Mom, I Never Made It – The Shinydayz ERA
In the late nineties, Stockholm had a rapper nobody quite knew what to make of. He went by several names, but everyone seemed to agree on one thing: he was arrogant, antisocial—and, very good. As Swedish hip-hop was shifting from English to Swedish, he refused to follow. He kept it in English, kept his distance from the scene, and worked mostly alone.
Cassettes, Mixtape CDs and demos circulated among hardcore listeners. The songs were raw, dark, political and personal. He wasn't just an American hip-hop mimic. He was an African kid trying to prove something.
Eventually, he left Stockholm for New York and secured a record deal. For a moment, it seemed like the dream was becoming real. But the breakthrough never came. There was no legendary debut, no worldwide discovery. He disappeared back into the underground.
Decades passed, and he became more rumor than reality. Yet the music remained—the tapes, CDs, demos and unfinished songs. Almost thirty years later, the backpack is re-opened.
Sorry Mom, I Never Made It is more than a collection of forgotten recordings. It's evidence of a rapper who refused to follow the scene, believed he was ahead of his time, and may have had a point.
When everything else is gone, there is only the music. And one final message:
“Sorry mom, I never made it.”