According to reports that I have been desperately hoping were untrue, it appears that the game lost a true legend last night. My fucking fingers are trembling as I type this. This is a loss I can’t even begin to comprehend. I don’t think the loss of an artist has hit me like this since I woke up one Sunday morning in 1997 to learn that Biggie had left us.

Any visitor to this site knows the love we’ve had for P over the course of our entire 10 year run. There’ve been times when, fed up with the bullshit of the Rap internet that I only half joked that I was gonna say “fuck everybody” and turn NahRight into a Sean Price fan site. Just the other day I gleefully posted the artwork for his new mixtape, ecstatic that that the one and only Mic Tyson was about to bless us with his signature brand of Brownsville goon prose.

He was not only one of my favorite MCs of all time, I considered him a friend, and I don’t tend to make friends with rappers. To this day he’s one of the very few artists whose number I have saved in my phone. Through the years, every bit of support we ever showed him, he graciously returned right back to us. My heart goes out to his wife, three kids and the entire Duck Down family. Nobody ever put it down like this man. Rap has truly lost one of our most unique and talented voices and the definition of a stand up dude.