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Deadworld Reborn

A Message from Mr. Dibbs:

I died last year. For 53 seconds. One short month after the quiet release of Deadworld.  Foreshadowing’s a bitch. What I could not see at the time was being reborn into the world of the living through someone else’s full-circle leaving.

Holed up in the hospital for a few weeks, I was an inadvertent resident of an impromptu hip hop retirement home. Battling leukemia on the floor above me was my longtime friend Marcus "Skandal da Ruckus Man" Mitchell. An epic MC and producer, of equally epic bodily proportions, Skandal’s heart was big, but his production skills and lyrical largesse were even bigger. I dragged my sometimes half-incoherent ass, IV and all, down the hallways and into the elevator to visit my homie. The nurses always thought I was lost. Fuck that.

I was FOUND...in the strong lifeline we’ve all come to know and love as Skandal. He was my pusher man...keep on pushin’, Dibbs, until you get to the other side of you.  

Skandal lost his life in October this year. I have memories for days of him, but there will be no more new ones. I don’t get to have that again. I don’t get to have those phone conversations with him or watch stupid-ass movies or videos on YouTube and laugh about it. You don’t miss that shit, until that shit’s not there. I got lucky. I would trade my life for his any day. I wish I could be like that dude. He made me feel important enough for me to be reborn. I am doing it. I am doing it now.

And so I’m giving you Deadworld Reborn...because this man gave me back my fucking life.

And with that, I want to give his family back their lives...and a return to normalcy. All proceeds from this album are going directly to Skandal’s family and young daughter Chloe. Pay what you can...Skandal sure did.