Welcome to Detroit. Typically, you’d have to be from the D to understand its inner workings, to move about conspicuously in its underbelly. Ordinarily, to fit, to be a part of ‘it’, you’d have to be born with that certain enigmatic genes aqua that its residents are famous for. That Motor City star power, that D game, used to be just a Midwest thing. It used to be all stink pinks, shiny cars and hustlin’. But now, it’s more than that, its national, it’s international. Now it’s about artistry, enterprise, big bank and Scrill. Scrill, the 22 year old D-boy turned B-boy is a maverick. He’s a lyrical trendsetter who’s been seasoned by Detroit’s notorious Puritan Avenue and schooled by the O. G.’s who comprise his resident label, Oops Entertainment. Scrill’s artistic generosity and rhythmic deftness has everything to do with being real and genuine. Who he is as an artist, as a man, is deeply rooted in the struggle, defined by what life in the big city brings. With a delivery more esoteric than grimy and persona more multidimensional than what one would perceive at first glance, Scrill is more than just your garden variety rapper. He’s a thinking man who’s not shy about broadcasting his urban experiences. It’s been those experiences that have made him who he is; it’s been those life cycles that have made him shine on wax, heavy and solo. Scrill’s been knee deep in the game since early 2003. Upon returning from job corps with a diploma and an insatiable thirst for success en tow, he and cousin/brother Dough Boy began taking music as a craft, seriously. After gaining the attention of premier producer AK, the duo’s efforts paid off. They were invited to a sit down with the executive board of Oops Entertainment. That meeting proved fruitful, the pair was subsequently signed and their first project, Products of Puritan dropped July 16, 2004. It wasn’t until Scrill did his first solo joint, Fuck Wit’ Me, on the P.O.P. album that he realized he had stand-alone talent. That song allowed him to flex his lyrical range thereby giving him the buoyancy needed to pursue perfection. Soon, Scrill’s days became occupied by spitting fire at mic stands and through ear cans. After many consecutive days of dropping 16 and sometimes 32 bars of intrinsic wordsmithing, nearly seven songs had been recorded—it only made sense to put an album together, hence, "Im From Puritan" Oops Entertainment Presents: Scrill, "Im From Puritan" is a sophisticated compilation of heavy hitting club joints and ghetto testaments spread audaciously across weighty bass lines and vicious strings. The project, slated for first quarter release is a raw anthology of sick beats and provocative wordplay. "Im From Puritan", the first single, is one of those tracks that can make a club go crazy. With production by K & Square that includes a kung fu kick bass line and amazing spitfire from Ace Gudda, Cheef and Scrill, Im From Puritan is destined to be legendary. The 2nd single, It’s My Time is an anthem that boasts Dollar Bill Scrill’s entrance to the next level. Other favorites on the collection include Manage, featuring The Rose, an ode to maturity & swagger and Stank, an intimate dedication to Scrill’s daughter, Kaysha a.k.a. Stank. On Im From Puitan, Scrill engages every track with the type of profundity that says each song was creatively controlled by him and every word was straight from the heart. You can blame that on the label. It was them who created the monster who mashes tracks and wack emcees in one fail swoop. They saw it first, that ‘IT’ that turns people into stars. They saw it in Scrill and ever since then it’s been Oops Entertainments mission to post him under the limelight. It’s been a partnership so sweet that it’s morphed into a beautiful movement. Scrill posters and flyers are plastered all over Hitsville, c.d.’s thick with the braggadocio of a young genius at play are in systems & radio stations all over the Midwestern jungle. A product of the 1980’s drug surge shaken by family tragedy and complete upheaval, Scrill has managed to turn adversity into a massive selling point. While floating verbs and adjectives between billows of nicotine and refer smoke, Scrill shares generously with his audience the varying components of an electric lifestyle. Backed by a label that’s more about business and loyalty than anything else, this newcomer is making fast strides toward undeniable stardom. “I’m workin’ hard man, we all working hard in Detroit, people try to say we can’t do it no more, but this is Motown, we started this, but they don’t think we got it no more we ‘bout to show ‘em. We got a lot of good talent here…,” the modest rapper admits. After all, it’s not easy being from a place that grooms pro athletes and hustlers on the same blocks, in the same neighborhoods. It’s not easy, not by far, but Scrill makes it seem so. He goes about his craft effortlessly, rendering a type of otherness that folk will be amazed by. Scrill gets his grown man on in the tracks that grace Im From Puritan. We’ve got Kaysha to thank for that. If it wasn’t for her, papa would have probably been a rollin’ stone or incarcerated or worse. She’s five years old and for Scrill, a magnificent blessing. Her arrival led the artist away from the street life and into the studio where he could vent and rage and murder tracks. Because of Kaysha, everything is right in Scrills world, he’s fallen in love with rapping and making a great sound. He’s relying more heavily upon God given talent than a pocket full of stones these days. Know why? It’s his time, that’s why. And ain’t no more to it.